When a flower drops from your branch
Do you tell the next "Don't come?"
When a fruit is untimely plucked,
Do others hear your order,"Run!"
When sun switches sides
To draw a blanket of night,
Moon holds her head high,
Braving the dark, to set things right,
Calling on stars to come and sup
On mysteries, yearnings,or unknown sights,
To bring union of birth, to ignite
A new spark to life.
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