The MOON
  glows, when it full...
the glory of a rock that ended up in our gravitational pull,
 became a constant reminder of days gone by.
 At half mass, the sky has a familiar smile.
A Goddess up above, amongst the stars,
To belongs to us all.  A wish upon, to dream under, a kiss by MOONLIGHT.
The sun of the night.
The MOON shines bright.

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