Gray Moon

I wake up straight in an awakening,

jumping from shelter to shelter,

swimming in the lagoons of the sun,

covering the back of all the stars with gray moon,

a hopeful silence enters through the window,

the noise of broken insects,

the dirty silence is fading, is decreasing,

really inside me it's 3:45 in the morning,

I know that soon it will dawn.

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