Poetry of the sun on the clouds

moon

What is the death of all things?

Wonderful:

Dead leaves, dead bodies

And a crescent moon.

Every flower knows a secret.

The forest guards it:

The circumference of the moon around the earth.

This is the orbit of death.

The moon rotates like a flower.

Magic cloth,

The moon covers all life.

Wonderful net.

The sickle of the moon cuts flowers.

On a late autumn night,

All the flowers look forward to the kiss of the moon.

In endless desire.