They say that once the Moon
Was a symbol of a human life.
Unlike the God-like Sun
That shines in constant power
High in the sky,
The Moon is born to die,
And dwell in none-existence
For some time,
Again to break the darkness
Of the sky with piercing ends
Of its new circle,
That starting a new life
Grows to fulfill
The full moon’s beauty –
The flower of the darkness
Destined to die.
Lunar Reverie
© Copyright: Дитрих Липатс, 2003
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