I know not why the moon smiles upon me
Twisted and wry, tilted to one side
Stars for dimples. craters for teeth
A small sign of hope you bequeath
To we below, with hearts so tried,
Are we who your smile was meant to see?
I know not why the moon continues to grin,
so we wonder in awe at the sunny point of view, and watch
horizon to horizon, steadfast with our eyes on
the moon, as we put a pallid disguise on,
the moon does fade, without whom day starts anew
The smile is gone and the mourning begins.
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