The Moya View
I watch the light filter through the sky,
touch the grass. It moves thru the window
forming a yellow light in the glass on the table.
Barely glimpsed, it moves again, almost
touching the room where you are dying.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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This is amazing! Beautiful and heartbreaking
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