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Rina Rose
conversation with the full moon
i see curving roads
on her surfaces
and I mentally follow where they lead
beneath a starless sky
often in the luna’s light i have
dreamt that each billowing cloud
through which birds pass
becomes a sailing ship
– i’m on it –
traveling far from ordinary delusion
rainbow-hued leaves descend from branches
according to the moon’s seasons
they create splatters of unsalted raindrops
in my eyes they unnoticeably cover my cheeks
and i taste velvet burgundy
rose petals caressing my face
i nurture single words
blooming into poetic expressions
they flow from my flowering intellect
whether in sadness or joy
the full moon is an equal partner
in conversations
she understands for many ages
what i have yet to learn
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