The Moon
As I lay on the grass,
I Jealously glare up at the sky,
Blinded by my past,
but guided by your light,
Astray in my desert life,
I absorb your rigid knowledge of strength and right,
I’ve discovered that you come and go without a fight,
You’re always up high standing tall,
Even when you’re half yourself, you never fall,
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