Fragments

I have just dealt with moon pieces
In balcony ,living in bucket’s water
During broken pieces of my night.

On other side of a night’s balcony
I have dealt with a wind in pieces
As the chimes went softly after it.

I make do with just the fragments.
Especially, I fall to pieces of sleep
From wholes of daily wakefulness .

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