It played hide and seek,
With the clouds,
Not in the company of,
Twinkling stars.
Round and shinning,
Overcoming gracefully,
Not losing its sheen,
It was busy in the journey.
Yet, there was a melancholy,
A sound of uneasiness,
A withered heart, an aching soul,
That looked at the moon,
And asked will it dawn soon.
It was a long, lonely night,
Surely, not in her best mood,
Forcing a smile for her pals,
She was confused.
Up, there too,
The moon was alone,
Shining bright,
Yet moaning in pain,
Wondering if the dawn was near.
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