Crescent Moon
Glowing luminescent in the
Soft dark sky,
A golden claw hangs.
A perfect, untouched rose
In a garden of withered grasses.
A shining crescent, ever alluring,
Clinging to the vast shadows
Of the night-black sky.
It begs one to wonder
At the exquisite beauty
Of the boundless universe
As it is known.
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College student. Lives in the middle of nowhere. Probably won't be on very much. Good day.
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