The moon, a pearl in the velvet sky,
begins its slow surrender.
Not to darkness, not entirely,
but to the Earth's long shadow, a hushed embrace.
A copper stain bleeds across its face,
a celestial blush of twilight hues,
born not of light, but its absence,
filtered through our world's dusty breath.
We stand beneath, dwarfed by the cosmic ballet,
this temporary dimming, a...
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