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I want to write a poem, but I don't know where to start.
Should I write how lonely the moon is from us far away from our eyes.

When will we begin
to accept what is here?
The present day in which we live,
not the past or future of fear.

I sit and wonder where life will go,
But right now all I want is for time to slow.
To enjoy this moment and feel free,
To clear my mind and find some glee.

The day is drawing to a close.
The peacefulness I feel right now I'll only know.
Right now my mind is finally clear.
It's time to go sleep as the night draws near.

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