Sliver Moon

It's been days since the sky showed its face 
while the first lines from every novel 
string together to initiate little 

changes are a wind in the face 
where the stone withers, cracks 
the mountain shivers, plays along 

and the pile of rocks 
is more than the sum
of the faded sunset 
hidden until today.

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