The Beautiful Moon
How beautiful is the moon,
Glowing brightly in the night skies?
Hiding herself during noon,
So you’ll never know if she cries.
Alone, she sits in the sky,
Guiding those who need her light—
It is warming the hearts of those who cry but keeping herself locked up tight.
Though surrounded by many stars,
In solitude, she would rather be.
A consequence produced by scars,
Shh… Can you hear her silent plea?
Away from people, away from pain,
She hides herself in plain sight.
I’ve told you once and will tell you the story of a beautiful moon whose light glows brightest at night.
One day ~
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