About the phases of the moon.
Having a light which makes moist
A moon of ripening,
Guarding souls until rebirth.
The harvest and the hunger
Lending silver
To each ice crystal flake.
A clod glint steels the air
Hard follows
The starting and the middle.
The pink awaits, yielding
Claiming
Where once was cole.
Impatient
Lending the tender grass
the green leaves
To reach the ripening
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