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Early morning, the half moon illuminates the sky. Gazing out at the celestial scene, I sigh. In the quiet moment, time seems to stand still, unwavering as the tall pines. The night shifts as the sun rises slowly over the horizon.
I give a half-hearted smile to the tune of the Monday blues. Waving good-bye to the stars and moon. My dreams are now fragments resting in the darkness. I pour myself a cup of warm herbal tea.
Flock of geese
snowstorm moving north
bud-less trees
linking with dVerse
hosted by Frank - writing a Haibun
about the mezza luna
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