And the clouds curl relentlessly
around the moon
stricken by the breath of the earth.
What grace have these pillows
as they flawlessly sashay across the night sky.
Yet most are heavy with the farmer's tears and sweat from agony:
Do you dance like them?
And when they caress the stars
often bouncing in sadness
do they hold them tightly before the winds push them away?
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