Wailing Afternoon

With smiles amidst Joy,

The Moon reigns down tears of recognition, 

and messages written in indetectable noise.

Sounds to gaze and see past, 

a day dependent on haze. 

I recount the communal blessings,

in infinite, countless ways. 

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