new moon
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I lay in silenceBreath heldstaring at a night skyTrying to grasp the depthOf what I’m looking atThe path before meClearly lit by the light from the moon...
Perhaps she was too good to be real
Left to tempt
But never to materialize.
All good things are temporary,
All but the stars.
Even when the moon disappears
Those twinkling orbs glow on,
