Dear Moon

Sweet Moon,

You bring out my passion,

My inner desire,

My romantic soul.

On the nights you shine,

Either bright or gold,

Life is reassured.

New beginnings

Perhaps luck.

A world of the unknown;

A series of sorrows,

A brightness,

Blackened by an eclipse.

Fix the problems,

Those who have brought onto us,

And cure this sickness of

One's greedy heart.

A soul full of meaning,

A night full of stars,

Relieve one's aching

Heart of worries,

Of undesired pain.

If only the human

Race had an eclipse,

Then all the acts of

Stupidity are all a

Blindfolded spectacle.


Bright shining Moon;

Show us the path to an

Ever changing Eclipse.

The End

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