Ethereal moon,
And a dark canopy,
Amidst the twinkling stars.
I look at it,
Faraway and yet so near,
Gliding along as I move on.
Silvery beams spreading hope,
Amidst the dreary cheer.
Moon,the pristine orb,
I look at it in awe.
As I moon over what we had,
I forget what is.
Days roll by,
Ushering in the dark nights,
Tainted with silvery streaks,
The moon’s rays rain on me,
Infusing an exuberant ardour.
I no longer moon over what was,
For I relish what I have.
I love the imagery of this poem!
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