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she is the moon in a world of sunflower men.
always glowing,
but at times overpowered by the narcissistic tongues of the heart, the same consuming ball of fire that gives her luminescence.

at times, she is shadowed by the expectations of a fiery father who burns in his love for his girl he has never met nor known.
at times, it is the whirlpool wrath of puny humanity embedded in and emanating from mother earth that shadows her.
but of course, sometimes it is the craters of her own lunar mind, making her crouch in shadows of torn flower petals.

like the moon, she has phases.
always whole,
but a part of her remains hidden in the dark,
a part of her heart obsessively loves the dark,
for the night hugs the moon in a way which makes her silver skin scream.
once in a while, she has to disappear – to knock into silent universes, seeking souls that seep through to soothe her.

while a waxing crescent, she is merely a frown of knotted nerves,
sore from the seas that turn their faces away from her,
the waves woven to delicately destroy
– making her parched.
her lithe celestial body pours out the little she has,
only to discover that her journey is an illusory elliptical carousel,
the tracks nothing but a black desolate mirror.

but no matter what, the full moon always returns.
in her laughing radiance,
she can gulp down sinking ships down her throat, as tired tides break through the bonds of expectations and stretch out their fingers towards her.
in her smiling radiance,
she lulls babies of the same mother earth to sleep and makes love-stricken brothers and sisters try to capture her in dry yellow diaries in their favourite inks.
in her ravenous radiance,
she makes the sun sigh in lamentation that his light will never be enough for him to see her.

she is the moon in a world which chases stars.
always selflessly loving.
but amidst the hearts of a million such earths, selenophilic moonflowers still bloom and sing.

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