The Moon
It stares,
Its nest in the night sky,
Cold pale eyes,
In a never-ending gaze,
Seemingly unmoving,
Like a ship way out at sea,
It will drift,
Away,
Into the boundless horizon,
Only to be reborn at dusk,
With greater intensity,
Like a newborn phoenix,
Rising from its ashes,
It stares,
Its nest in the night sky,
Cold pale eyes,
In a never-ending gaze,
Seemingly unmoving,
Like a ship way out at sea,
It will drift,
Away,
Into the boundless horizon,
Only to be reborn at dusk,
With greater intensity,
Like a newborn phoenix,
Rising from its ashes,
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