The hopeful moon

It was the lightness of the darkness that got me

The sky pale with the colour of dark blue

The bright moon white in the sky

It’s roundness glaring down at us

Not with power, but with admiration

Like an observer watching over as nature takes its course

The years it has spent with us

Watching us grow into a mixture of good and evil

It’s brightness can only hold on for so long

Like an eye whimpering for a blink

But like an eye, it’s waiting for the next moment to open

For the world is filled with enough beauty to watch over

Despite the falls

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