"the shadows play tricks"
By T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
Fri, 25 Mar 2011
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the low moon bemoans itself
similarly the reed for the reedbed
and i for you.
perhaps in the lull of night
surrounded in hushed
moon glimmer,
the shadows play tricks
and i am there.
i lower my pen and
cease writing the
story of separation; in
moments the moon
begins her lament.
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`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
25mar11
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