Gliding as
the moon,
It halts
as the sun noon—
The shadow
below the feet
Thee the projections
meet.
Undulating
as a wave,
It see-saw
life so lured-naïve—
The rein set
loose adrift
Only for the
current wish swift.
Brooding over
as a forlorn one,
It yields to
the ill-content alone—
The desperation
through sour-cherish
It encounters
the love— grab or crush.
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