New Moon

Darkness hovers over

soft spells awaken

candle flames

one inch wicks

cut

blades

of grass

kiss my feet

whisper something

to me

decay

into the ground

I will gauge this feeling

and know that it is true

in the silence

of the hour

I will shed for you.

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