THE MOON THAT DID NOT SHINE
She abhors the light
Her eyes, a ground where rivers flow
Prefers to dwell in blossom of the night.
After years of waiting
Years of grieving and wailing
Her joy came, but brief.
A moon that promised so much light
Yet her weak hands had but one touch.
He was no more, her only moon faded.
Oh, tender moon, what happened to your glow?
Are you not tired of torturing me?
Don't you feel for my sagging breasts?
Seasons come and go
My aging body is weary
God knows I tried.
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