Breaking the blanket of black,
full moon comes up in the sky.
Big, bold and beautiful,
shinning richer than silken gauze.
Alone sitting in the sky,
guiding the people with his light.
walking through the dark way,
warming hearts of those who cry.
Big silver round glowing,
surrounded by twinkling stars.
Shinning on thieves on garden walls,
on streets and fields and harbour quays.
©richugarg
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