(The moon)

The silver dim light
of the beloved white moon.
The darkness around it
blackened it too.
...
Most days it’s eaten
and so cannot shine,
through all of those clouds
the darkness will blind.
...
The sun stretched it’s arms
and cradles dear moon,
lending it’s light
so it can glow too.
...
Though now it knows darkness
it’s shadows are gone,
the more night it harboured
the brighter it’s song...
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