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Moon, your music flows

Moon, your music flows in my inner stream, what a melody!
Your cool breath forms waves like a bride’s anklets, shy,
Humming love songs on her maiden entry to her man’s chamber.
Oh, stars you are already shining in my inner sky!
It was you, I saw first on my mom’s face and then in her feeding
In her sweet words and songs when she put me to sleep
Even in her scolding you were there as black spots; on her leaving
She left you in my memory to ensure that I don’t weep.

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