on the night of a full moon
in the mists of a forest
on the due green grass
lay in silence, closed eyes
as the moon lit the ground
with silver and white light
their eyes open
pure white
they look up to the moon
and watch as if on gaurd
as it moves across the sky
as the moon sinks
into the ground once more
they close their eyes and
lay silent in the day
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