The rising of the moon.
The sun is up most every day, but what just what happends when the the sun leaves us. We see the moon every night, yet we think nothing of it, but I.. Well I am tied with the moon, as long as the the moon shall remain strong I shall stand strong beside it, the moon is my simbale for it has been my simble sence birth and shall remain my simble till death. Every twilight I shall rise with the moon as the sun falls.
poem by Zoe Blackbird
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