POEM: New Moon [a Triolet]

It'll soon be a monsoon New Moon.
One spark will mar the perfect Dark.
Sure, leaves and debris will be strewn.
It Will be a Monsoon new moon,
but darkness brings its own view boon.
In darkness, mess can't make its mark.
It'll soon be a monsoon new moon.
A spark will mar that perfect Dark.

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