Mid -Autumn Festival

I see the moon,
dressed in jade.
Beyond the rustling
sounds of the sea.
Something sings to me,
a bloodless sound.
Alight with goldenrod,
and souls dancing.
Blasted high,
and freeing the
stifling laments.
So, headlong- we can all
stretch towards the sky.
And live again, beyond
these infinite aches.

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