Until The Darkness Comes.

The moon is high
Roaming the stars, spaciously, freely
Thinking itself, in the night, the sole source of light
Illuminating the lives below

Thinking itself a wonder

Though, in day, this moon disappears from view

Hiding somewhere
Hiding everywhere

While the lives below forget it exists
Until the darkness comes
And it shines again


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