Our moon is rising, my love
the loons on the lake
are crying
but I shall not, no
because you asked me, begging
with tears
to simply smile
to live

you loved my smile

but I am halved and tarnished
as a peach left
in sun, shriveled with
pit of my heart
bared

our moon is high
with, cricket symphony
the loons are entwined, nightingales
are serenading, the Valencia roses
kissed by dew, glisten
as I shudder with
a smile, fighting
tears.

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