A moon

A moon faced man
talks Swiss German to
a moon faced child
Who answers him
in Swiss German
And having  lost an identity
I think about the many suggested;
And i miss
A clarity
I never had
but sometimes
You can lose
You never had
And miss it
Like the moon.

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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