The stars ran to the moon
An abundance of air grew tight
Pausing
such light had never been seen in such way before
Bringing meaning to its existence
Meaning to sit in stare
Awe of such perfection
Beautifully flawed
As there was no need to seek from windows peak
Enthused were the eyes to see a full halo
Pale
cold as the shivers that kissed the nape of the stars that shone so bright
Embraces kept close by the eclipse shadowed by the suns boil
Fierce
Languishing what fear lyes beneath the wake
Of an ocean of stars that have yet to bloom of the moons grace
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