December 2, 2011
By Anonymous

There is a coolness in the air.
All the earth fades to grey.
But there is a kind of beauty there
As the stars begin to play
Amongst a field of darkness and the unknown
As I sit here alone.
The moon glows eerily above
Reflecting the sun's rays,
Yet it is somehow more wondrous;
Independent from the day.
To others this is scary, but to me it seems
When I look into the night sky, it is like a dream.

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