The Night Is Fingers of the Moon
The night is fingers of the Moon,
when it halves your
daily eyelid
for the dream
( the Death has other name).
But behind the canopy of leaves
of the light tree
it's impossible to distinguish it.
And you smile somehow
like a child.
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