Poem - Mother moon
The moon is always with us
I think we forget that
But the moon is always always near
Maybe sometimes past the other side of the planet
But she is always right by our side
Big, ginorormous, mystical and glowing
We can feel though the moon is a part of us
Shining big moon in the black timeless night
She's singing a song, a song about many forever's and whispers of the changing of tides
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