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It must have been
some kind of night-
as a morning moon
hangs around
to greet the daylight

Overstaying its shift
from sundown to new dawn,
now puzzled of the reason
that darkness is gone

Nightfall was a session
where stars disclosed notions,
a lunar envy of sun rays
that are selfless in devotion

Soon it will fade
to return once again,
in the night,
and the solitude
a morning moon can’t amend

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