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I
search the night sky
For the once lambent oyster
Of pearls as white as day.
I
despair over the loss,
Ineffable grief etched in the crescent moon
above,
The one that stole my smile. I croon tender
love songs
With the errant moon in the circle of my arms,
Willing the return of the prodigal child.
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Alicia Ynez 1998
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