Land stretches out writhing in agony,
her valleys bent in pain, contracting rivers
swell into pallid seas, non ending shivers
bring down the sky onto his heavenly knees.
Does he cry out and sigh when falling hard
and heavily onto her naked hills? He moans
when entering her seas, with lover’s skill
he touches cities, smoothes painful graveyards.
From the horizon sky plucks the red moon
To lend a midwife’s hand and raise new hope.
The moon on his ascend wipes blood away
on his descend brings Land and Sky in tune.
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