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元宵 2/12

When moon drifts towards the water edge
Bone crested and scattered with rust
Ridden of breath, dust, and snow

When star lays down with final sigh
Rabbit shine dissolved from its veins
Guiding towards the soft earth

When river's twilight falls past the trees
Unfettered and unwinding
Surrendering to the breeze

Then, will you,
Voice of silkworm and sandstone
of sepertine and leaf

let go?