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  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • Jul 15, 2021
  • 1 min read

We sit by the willow tree

and feel the light mist

of the river’s water;


the sunlight touches our skin

ever-so-lightly

as I imagine the butterfly

that has flapped its wings


which started the hurricane

that moved me away

so that I met you,


which led me to this fine yet perplexing moment

of love yet hate,

of confusion yet certainty.



 
 
 

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