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Crepuscular fireflies sting the air

while dewdrops powder my face.

The mist touch my frosted cheeks.

It's going to be another convergence

of day and night.

I hide beneath my crab's shell

to await the day I fall upwards

to the Moon where I can lay in peace.

That heavenly Moon, the cynosure

of all that is dreamy, a gateway

to sleep.

Close my eyes as the water snows

and I'm there...