Caressing the Moon

Caressing the Moon

The clock strikes twelve,

In the mystical night.

You look up,

And try to count the endless lights.

Stars are everywhere,

Some hiding, and some seen.

It’s almost as if to see,

You need to believe.

Beauty exists everywhere,

But your eyes don’t recognize it.

All someone knows is when they look,

They get hypnotized in it.

The End

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