Full moon (poetry)

Magically rising over mountain peaks

in a darkening blue sky,

the full moon glows luminous.

Its ascent through tree branches

creating patterns, faces, a Rorschach test

changing as it goes.

Each night, it grows, changing shape,

waxing to its full beauty.

I’m never disappointed.

As the moon shines,

and lights up my world,

I love knowing that someone else,

far, far away, is admiring it too.

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