Hold on Moon,

he pleaded to me

with distracted eyes

and distant lips


So I held on

but as they say,

not too tightly


As a rose held

in grasping, clutching hands

crumbles to worthless shreds

of what it used to be


So as I don this pearl necklace

made by the seas of your patience

I remember where I came from

and where I shall return


Who I belong to,

and to whom I shall travel

under skies and over mountains



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