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While the rest
Of the world
Is deep in
Their sleep,
She stumbles
On the moon dust
Tickling her feet.
And while lullabies
Are sung
To eyes
Half shut,
The stars
Shine like
In skies dark
As soot.
Just as the
Sun rises
To cast its
First light,
She chases
The moon,
For she
Found home
In the night.

Teresa Maree | Mar/2018