You remember
her eyes-
full of life.
She fears the black moon
that hangs from canopies of trees.
Is it hope that's worth dying for?
Glance, a glare
a life captured
Still
More permanent than men.
I am still
searching to find her.
She waits
Dusty marketplace
where I first saw her.
Glance, a glare
a life captured
still.
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