with some kind of longing
i watched the fingernail
of a moon
what the yearning
measured or means
i do not know
my mind
revealed the feeling
then closed a door
this happens
to all of us
more than you can count
i overwhelmed
this random melancholy
with a thought of you
sharing the same dusk
seeing this thin moon
rising up
beguiled now by
the silhouette of trees
and eves
the random flight
of birds going home
for the night
a simple happiness
beguiled now
with a thought of you
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