Metaphor
For just a sliver
of Moon veining the blue sky
breeds for Earth, a night
Amidst the dead night
April rain--a metaphor,
taps on the window
Windows hold stories
as mothers do in their wombs.
Rain changes meanings.
A single breath makes life.
Opening the window, sway
zephyrs, blind the flame
Forever,--in life
is as good as the last Moon
new dawn bereft, ebbs.
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