Moon slipped out of the dark palm
of the night
Her light belonged
only to her
She said….

That relentless cycle of
being made and unmade
to grow and shrink
tired her.
She was merely
an observer
of the game of life

Chlorophyll did not eat
her light , no one grew
just for her .
Men did not become fairer
by her light
They were colored by the
harsh sun

Beds in which she shed her
she saw nude pain
ruthless entwined

She silently moved out of
the sky
millions of stars
watched helplessly

Oceans fell by several feet
withdrawing their white margins
Light houses blinked

Waves moved inside
Searching for her reflections
in the pearls tightly embraced by maternal shells……….

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