The night is dark
The night is solemn
There are no birds that sing
Only the faint chirp of crickets.
In the black sky
Standing against the backdrop of the heavens
Sits the full moon.
I stare into its lucidity.
I drift away.
I float astray.
Away from reality.
I fly away.
Away from tensions
Away from fears, hopes, and dreams
Into a place that I can call
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