Cynosure

7.The Earth Speaks

The Moon
All whiteness
The ever glowing ball
That exudes sheen
Dangling from the dark skies
Smiling at the whizzing winds
As they caress his cheeks
Looking down at the world
Dotted by freckles
Moving and jumping with the rhythm of life
Ruminating over however he would live
If he got a chance to be a freckle

Lost in his thoughts
He doesn't spot the Shooting Star
Dashing by him

She chuckles
At the bewildered look
On his face
Like chimes
Her laughter echoes off in his ears

With an unnamed emotion
In his eyes
He looks at her
With a sweet smile
As she sets off
To leave a series of celestial bodies
Enraptured
In her wake

For years
And
For centuries
He shall wait
To see this exceptional beauty
That appears once in a lifetime
Of some lucky freckles

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