Lying in bed,
Watching the moonlight.
That freely shines,
At the dim, cold night.
How I wish I was the moon
That shines
On your darkest night.
Freely, passionate and wild.
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I invite you to read my poem, The Breath Of The Moon, as I have always found PEACE and solace in it's shine. Thank you for sharing your write.