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luna

I was wondering,
How sad
can the
moon
be
As it shine
brightly
in a
starless night?

What does
the moon feel
whenever
he's becoming
one with darkness
every once in a month?

I was wondering,
Is the moon happy
as he shapes slowly
into a perfect
astronomical object
boasting its
beauty above us?

Is the moon wishing
that the stars would not leave him?
Is the moon
hoping that the clouds would not
block his sight on us,
To mankind—
His favorite sight.
Just like
how the moon
can be an
amazing sight to me.

Maybe,
The moon is happy
And sad
And tired
And mad

Maybe the moon is in turmoil
yet it still shines
brightly
in a
starless night.

And I wish I could be just like the moon—
Alone
But still
Beautiful.