The moon is a beautiful goddess
ever inhaling, exhaling
swollen, slim, and back again
eternal
detached among the clouds
watching
amused, disgusted
altogether apathetic
She's above us
(we're beyond insignificant)
forever spinning
Her divinity shines on and on
Reason for writing:
I've always loved the moon.
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There's more of the same at <a href= http://www.angelfire.com/wi/fishinthesky>fish in the sky</a>
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