The moon is dawning in another place
but the sun is yet to share its grace:
the between time
is here.
The silver sheen of night is painting
its glows on a canvass somewhere else:
the between time
holds court
for now.
Clouds atop and clouds below -
whispers hiding the conversation of light:
the between time,
speechless,
presents its face.
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