If I Were the Moon
Poetry for spring nights
As the sun sets, stars silently begin to spill out over the deep blue sky and like tears they shine softly on the cheeks of the night. If I were the moon, I'd collect my starlit tears, leaving trails of white light across the sky and turn them into a necklace of light that holds the joy and sadness that fills each present moment.
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