You are not complete
But soon you will be
And then you will be incomplete again
Being incomplete is just one part
One point in time, that’s all
And being complete is never long-standing
You shine even when not full
You shine brighter when full
But the brightness is always there
Sometimes you are blue
Once in a while blood orange
Then you become bright yellow
There is no real black and white
Your shade depending on that space and time
You fill many nightly wishes
Dear moon
You are me
And I am you
I cycle through your phases
The tides come and go
I still exist
Till I do not
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Beautifully Written!
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Thank You! Cheers
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Lovely!!!
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Thanks 🙂
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Really nice poem!
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Thank you so much 🙂 have a great week ahead
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Beautifully written. 😊
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