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The sun saw mothers playing with their children in parks during the day,
But it’ll never see them comforting them after a nightmare, as on their laps they lay. 
The warm, golden luminosity might have seen a couple first holding hands in public, 
But the cool, silver radiance is the one that’ll hear the first love confession in all its magic.
I believe people feel allowed to be vulnerable when they know they can’t be seen, 
So, when darkness settles and the moon is ready to listen, we drop all acts and say what we truly mean.
There is something so gentle about the way the night starts,
It slowly darkens the sky, prepared to expose thousands of hearts.
When the moon’s cold, glittery fingertips drag a dark veil over which a million stars beam, 
And gently graze my cheek as she looks over me in her infinite and mesmerizing darkness, I start to dream.
When the night falls, people’s true thoughts and emotions come out in the open, 
Knowing they’re lovingly concealed, they utter all the words that have stayed unspoken. 
That is why I love the night, and its indescribable charm, 
It emanates a sense of security, of protection, of calm. 
With its soft and serene glow, the moon, the silent keeper of the night, will guide those who are lost, 
Even after I start to fade, her light will forever hold my whispers and keep my secrets at any cost.

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