Sadness
The moon is one
For this very Earth
Mentioned in poems and songs
When there is no need to explain its worth
Why does it look so out of place in the morning sky?
Is the moon only fit for the night, alone with distant stars that make their own light?
The moon seems to still shine bright
Whether it be morning or midnight
I can’t help but wonder,
Will you look at the moon and remember me?
Or will I be the only one staring
While the night disappears
And have to one moment wake up again
To a morning with sunlight
With no face of yours in sight
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