The Moon Appears

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oh the simplicity
of my delicate insanity.
listen to me,
as we sit underneath this tree.
i find joy in unusual ways.
as the leaves sway,
and the sunlight begins to fade,
i enjoy the cool breeze
spate through my hair with ease.
the water dances,
and leaves me in mesmerizing trances.
oh the appearing moon,
doesn't arrive too soon.
the moon says hi
as the sun said goodbye.
i waved up to him,
praying not to sin.
asking for a kiss,
i guess i can risk.
oh the simplicity
of my everlasting, delicate insanity.

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