wait for the moon

Cloud, the color of the sky
one into another, seamless
A slow movement, wind
escaped from a hurried eye
a frantic eye, inconsolable
terrified by what it didn't see
a moon that was supposed to there
but is not.
The eye does not know,
it only sees.

a moonless sky
on a moonlit night.
what's real?
what's a shadow? 

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