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To You; My Moon
The beauty of stars in the night
Beknown to all
But the serenity of clouds in the night
Blankets of cotton floating
Along the way wind blows
At times tucking in the moon
Into the gentle goodnight
'Cause sometimes she too needs to unwind
her weariness from the constant gazing
Of voyeurs for the romance
Of lost ones for the beacon of light
Of loved ones of their symbol
Of critics for her flaws
As the clouds caresses the moon
She hides from those watchful eyes
A moment of solace
to catch her breath
Replenishes her innate beauteous aura
And she glows again after her
beauty sleep
Sending her light through the heaven
To the terrene
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