A thousand moons

Here our nostalgia took the better of us
And  our halves, for better or for worse

As we saw camera’s mists transforming
Young playful doe-eyed girls to graceful

Grandmothers, with the nose-ring intact.
The mists in eyes clouded our eyeglasses.

A thousand moons have gone from sky.
A frozen wall soon fizzled down the mist

A thousand new moons sprang brightly
In the eastern skies over ship-less seas.

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