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.
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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