Out of danger's way
silent as the moon
above the bare trees.
I waited...
approaching daybreak,
the waning moon
is still
persistent
A baby cried
immolated in dream,
I woke up
free from danger
who maneuvered?
I am not sure exactly
when it began
my hope for us
in the end turns
around with the wind
a lamp flickering
from afar
is uncertain
this hesitation-
my heart
may not need
you again.
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