Quiet moon

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 -QUIET MOON- [To: the one who knows it all.]

The night keeps changing,

The days keep mocking,

But the moon knows it all.

I know it does.

Because when the whole world

Is busy stabbing me,

Draining my blood, my soul,

It keeps quiet.

Hiding it comes to see me

Laying on my bed,

As I dream of the day

When I have collected

All the jigsaw pieces

And paint a me, smiling.


It comes quietly, pats my head,

Playing with my curls,

It sends me into a sleep, deeper.

And simply kisses my forehead

And quietly whispers

'I am with you throughout your darkness,

Don't worry you need not hide from me,

Ink it out, and I will read it... Quietly.'

And it does every night.


My moon hugs me through his moonlight

And sends me his warmest warmth.

It gifts me a spotlight

I know no one would.

It calms me,

Rejuvenates me as a whole.

It is the only one who hears me

And completes me,

Quietly.

-sk

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