Pora Jasy
Last night I saw the moon for the first time.
Pora.
Beautiful.
I can't believe they are the same.
Is that face staring down at me
The same as that in the land of confusion?
This is the land of warm breezes,
Terere days, and new stars.
Yet I know these two faces are one;
Both make me feel the same:
Happy to be alive,
Thirsty for each moment,
Yet sad.
Each lunar phase whose beams I breath
Is a brilliant tide that will never again live.
Each day is for me to live, love, and learn.
Don't allow your time to be wasted;
Don't allow the moon to lament
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