The Moon
There's the moon again, smiling down on me.
A nightly gift, many fail to see.
Some nights shine more than others
Revealing and hiding it's beautiful powers.
Nightly appearance is certain,
tonight its bright enough to shine through my curtain.
The sinking sun and glowing moon
is what illuminates my room,
the combination reflects that of a gloom.
As the birds fly home, the sun sets low.
The moon then clothes the night with glows.
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