Moon days
the whistle of life passing through,
creating shapes and colours of difference.
Cageless, life surprises and reawakens.
Signs of change blink, the wishing time,
forsaking the past to leave it in the dark,
a wrapped gift that doesn’t need to be opened.
We wish on pennies thrown under a new moon,
glinting in its promise of new beginnings.
It rises now, pushes the sun into the oceans.
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