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Winter Moon


With skin stinging cooler air, you seen further, first vague, soon after so, obvious in sharpened outlines yellow with tempt to us as if ghost does.


If there’s only the sun, all of darkness in the world was never satisfied.


You who are hope star for the ones who survive only with shadowed matters, probably since the moment we human-beings had made the world dwell in mind as notion, toward the matter the sun flaming so strongly bears the affirmation, you make rogue sneer and skeptical eyed look to be opposed to it, God must had gifted you as a role.


If there may had been absent of evil, goodness also was never floated, then if there’s never been you, there must never be present of any rests only for making no stagnant mind working under the sunshine.


(to be continued)
(Jan. 20th. 2019)