
You believe you shine with borrowed light. The Sun knows it clothes you, but also conceals beauty of the original.
Poets are busy giving you different names to facilitate expression of the complex.
You do find courage to shed clothes, but your identity remains enmeshed in nomenclature. You are just the Moon … let adjectives be silent.
moon shedding its garb
sunlight melts away in dark
revealing glory

A profound, insightful haibunic ode to the Moon! Brava, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Frank!
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Your poem is indeed wonderful
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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