The Moon traversing
The vast dark sky – alone
In her own world
Chanced upon her own vision
Reflected on the cloudy face
Of a pond –
In wonder, for she knew not
Who this beauteous apparition was,
The Moon asked of her own reflection:
O beautiful one, who are you?
Why are you so beautiful?
Her reflection replied:
O Moon, I am you
I am beautiful, because you are beautiful.
-by Rita Putatunda
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