a moment in the dark

her crescent moon shining secretly upon me,
black weeds falling and creeping, dancing on the surface.
a place where water, earth, and wind come together.
the empty puddles connecting her smile,
capturing tears I cannot see, still I’d yearn to seek.
lost in a duel of patience, we let our eyes speak:
three, two, one… Gone.

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