Crescent figures
moving slowly,
slipping faster
past your shape;
why d'you stand there -
shaking, rolling?
Racing shadows,
racing fate?
Stop awhile and linger!
Pause! Crumpled, humble
in your state.
You'll find not
the pearls and treasures
in those shadows that you bet.
(c)kRu, 1997
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Crescent figures - 1997
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