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A dark autumn night,
trees swaying gently in the wind,
the stars, twinkling brightly,
the occasional black cloud,
drifting softly by
A pale white glow,
shining down upon the darkness,
illuminating the blackened earth,
allowing life to see
A large body of water,
crystal clear,
turned black by the darkness,
yet the moon reflects,
a perfect white sphere,
on the darkened waters
I look up at the moon,
peaceful, relaxing, quiet,
compared to the turmoil in my head,
this is a peaceful change
Shattered memories, missing pieces,
I can't remember my friends, family,
but the moon helps me remember,
it helps me feel at peace
The moon reflects perfectly,
on the blackened waters,
yet when I look in mirrors,
reflective surfaces,
my face appears distorted
Why can't I be as perfect as the moon?
I stand, bathed in moonlight,
letting it wash over me, calm me
and for the first time in a while,
I feel at peace