Thoughts of the moon

by Sendoo Hadaa, Ulaabaantar, Mongolia

NightDeer

 

For a kind-hearted woman

 

Sunflowers bloom in the sky.

A hut is full of dreams.

In the bright moon

light petals toss in the breeze

 

Touch me

With the gentle hands of your nanny

Now, in this dream

I hear–a quiet voice.

Your nanny calls me

by my childhood nickname.

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