The one that hides from the sun,
In the night, it looks like a nun.
Veiled with darkness and a face just bright,
Makes me forget any qualms and fight.
The one that's ever shiny yet never produces its own light,
Has always kept me waiting to behold its sight,
day after day and night after night.
But when I am in the moment,
I stay silent and try to find my right.
Thursday
The moon
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