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Tuesday, September 10, 2024
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The moon’s turned golden
as she’s climbed higher,
above the pounding of the waves.
The palms are still,
no breath moves,
save that of my pen,
whispering over the page.
– Silke Heiss, 22nd May 2024
Thursday, September 5, 2024
Lunar
Darkening in the dark
of pine trees –
twilight.
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Moon, tonight you are
a sliver, a rind
of all my yesterdays.
Moon, my life sometimes loses
its shape.
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Boat-shaped moon
above the dark water
where do we sail tonight?
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Glide by, silent moon,
glimpsed through windscreen and dark trees.
You lead, I’ll follow.
- Eduard Burle
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