the moon laid down
to setting rest, from
black to black behind a mountain.
glowing nightsun,
(fiery orange glow)-
fifteen minutes til' it did-
pinprick, my eyes blinked-
and it was gone; though left behind
a memory of white-
translucent light-
over the mountain city blue,
so far away
that we couldn't see it in the day.
so i hope to be not like the mooon
nor sky nor sea so always blue
but a happy mixture of the two.
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