midnight moonlight

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It's late as I come home. The sky is so dark I can count the stars. I love the night. It's so peaceful and quiet, and all my concerns just float away. My problems look so small compared to this whole universe around me. 
I lay down in the grass. My fantasy carries me away. I can see the moon, so far away, but it looks close to me, as if I can take it and hold it in the palm of my hand.

I reach and take the moon in my hand. It's so small and yet so precious. It's glowing. It reminds me of my heart when you're close to me. I kiss the moon, hold it close to my heart, and fall asleep.

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