The Moon

Her silver liquid showers us with sounds and soothing night Her light a respite from her harsh, unyielding brother’s glare

Her glow illumines rocky paths and guides in darkened ways

Her presence soothes and comforts those with cloudy minds and smoky dispositions

She comes and goes with stark, unyielding frequency, a fleeting wraith of sight and never waking, always aching night

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