Moon

Since when did the moon start to shine?

I just know that the moon’s spark is fading fine.

Once invisible, now it gleams,

Earth’s shadow falls, an eclipse it seems.

In orbit, swelling large and bright,

A fleeting spectacle, a cosmic sight.

The moon bleeds red, a hue of pain,

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A moment’s beauty, beyond our gain.

But amidst darkness, a spark remains,

A promise of renewal, cosmic refrains.

The moon finds solace in the sun’s warm light,

United, complete, their cycle takes flight.

The moon’s spark, though lost, will shine anew,

A beacon in darkness, forever true.

Eclipses pass, yet memories stay,

The moon’s mystique, an eternal sway.