There hangs the moon, lonely as can be, in the immense expanse of the cosmic sea.
Despite this, She remains the most beautiful star in the universe, both near and far.
"She shines not for the sake of others, but for the sake of her own light,"
The night whispered, clothed in glittering joy.
Despite being surrounded by a cosmic throng, the moon feels a deep and protracted isolation.
"Even in solitude, one can find strength," old galaxies said across their vast length.
Because the moon's splendor is at its brightest in the middle of the darkest night.
The stars sought to console, shimmering near and far, saying, "Remember, dear moon, you're our guiding star."
But the moon groaned, reflecting the sun's rays, "I'm adored from a distance, alone with my dreams."
Nonetheless, she rises each night, gracing our view.
In the dead of darkness, a beacon of hope.
"Loneliness has its own beauty," she'd say, floating through the night like a shimmering poet.
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A Flower Song
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By Rob Angeli3 days ago in Poets
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Good work!