The moon
Takes note
Remembers
The sun
Boisterous, hopeful thing
Is unbothered.
For once
Let us dance together
Under the sun
Plant sweeter grapes
Grow stronger grains
We'll let the moon
Keep her records
The times our vineyards were barren
Our fields dry and cracked
And one day, we'll gather together
Eat good bread dipped in olive oil
Eat sweet, cool grapes
And read, but the
Pangs of our hunger
Will be too distant anymore to hurt us.
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