Good Morning Midnight
As the misty moon rises up in the sky..
Her silver glow spreads far and high.
Through the darkened night, she's a gentle guide..
Casting shadows are impossible to hide.
Witnessing secrets that are whispered below..
While stars align and rivers flow.
Reflecting dreams in her gentle grace..
"As the misty moon rides high" in space.
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