LunaA Poem by Andreathe moon
The funny thing about the moon
is you never notice when it's gone. On certain nights it fills the whole sky and others it just barely is caught by you eye. Night will always be night the alter-ego of day, whispering darkness, the shadow upon the world. You would certainly notice if night went away, but can the same be said about the moon? You were too busy tonight to notice the moon never showed. © 2012 AndreaAuthor's Note
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