I stare at you
pretending I have climbed to the terrace
to look at the moon
whether what I swoon for
is a matter of mind or heart
not only do I not know
but what is the point in wondering
let it rest there
so long as it can
and please forbear
my looking at several moons
I am fickle
but you know it
because I came to the terrace
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