Once it rose, a sight so grand
The moon so bright, on the midnight stand
Its beauty and grace, a celestial show
A wonder of the heavens, a soft warm glow
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But now it rises, to a sky so still
A lonely orb, with no one to thrill
Its radiance dimmed, by clouds above
Leaving behind, a sky without love
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The melancholy moon, its sorrow so real
A lonely heart, that no one can heal
Its silent song, a mournful tune
A serenade to the night, a lonely moon
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It waxes and wanes, with no end in sight
A symbol of time, in the dead of night
But still it shines, with a light so pure
A beacon of hope, for all to endure.
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Jan Jansen
Jan Jansen, fiction writer. Spinning tales and exploring the human experience through the written word. Join me on my journey of imagination and discovery.
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