peacocks in the sky
dancing with the moon
a little girl on a terrace
counting stars
clouded visions
nightly exhibitions
a hesitant breeze
knocks her over
who would know
the last thing she saw
were the dissipating
peacocks
in a cloudy vapour?
someone saw.
but then she.never tells.
always the silent witness.
perhaps some evening
you can sit with the moon
and ask for her stories.
why you?
because i have seen
how she looks at you
through the windows
of our room.
now you know why
i always draw the curtains.
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