Rubana Islam
Poetry
Dear Moon, Who has time to marvel at your beauty anymore? But please, be your luminous self anyway Your 360 degrees of champagne white.
We may have forgotten you stole the sun's shine So we may drink in some stolen moments of beauty But dear moon, wax, wane, crescent or full Shine away Because Jupiter may have 79 and Mars may have 2 but we have only you. Darling Moon, Do not submit to the halogen lit conversations and lithium powered connections Off when they die in the middle of the night your glory is our only salvation.
Rubana Islam
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Issue. 02
