The Moon
No clouds,
I see this thing,
It shines,
Brighter then the stars
But dimmer then the sun
I’ve seen it many times,
But never actually looked,
It has many faces,
Many moods,
But were is the man many people speak of,
I never see it and yet I wander,
What the mean when they speak of him,
And yet,
I ponder if it gets lonely,
Surely not with all those stars,
I think all this while I stare up at,
The Moon
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