The Moon

The Moon short poem

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Sometimes I just sit and observe its serene soft white splendor
It makes me calm, tranquil and peaceful and full of vigor
Its pure white glow makes everything look calm and nicer
Even people’s faces look friendlier illuminated whiter
It is much different than the brighter sunlight shinier
which reveals every flaw and defect and exposes you better
Nothing is more romantic than a serenade by a light much softer
Or a ballad from Romeo and Juliet by a light gentler
And so lovers fall in love after seeing each other under light so kinder
Which tricks the eye and hides most flaws making us look much prettier
Yes, the moon has the power of making life seem so much lovelier.

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