The moon shines bright among all others,
It dazzles on even the blackest night,
It gleams like a jewel when darkness smothers,
A beacon of hope as i write.
When she wanes, so do I,
When she returns, my heart soars,
When I see her, I wish to fly,
For only she tells a tale that never bores.
Good night my sweet moon,
Joseph
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