The View from Here

Finding My Voice

The heavy moon

Hung in the sky,

Languid, sultry,

Ripe,

Laden with hopes and dreams

From mortals below.

The light of a thousand suns

Waiting to illuminate

Possibilities,

Whispering hope.

Mystical, magical

Moon.

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