there's a full moon settling 'mid the clouds
reflecting in the pond water
ripples of light beams in the
water splashes of stink bugs.
voices outside and the uncertainties inside
but full moons rise and fall and
this too shall pass as the
busy week waxes great
And just . . .
don't forget these moments
for the full moon never wanes
without first offerring its rays
so don't run away for
it will never be the same again.
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