Delusion
You are almost taken by the anxiety that
hasn't happened yet and
doesn't even exist.
Rustling trees
as if moon talked to you
Sing a song that contains of sadness out of braveness.
Go for a walk.
Don't come back until moon follows you friendly on your side.
To welcome tomorrow.
poem by Wabi Sabi
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