A Full Moon
A full moon in the darkest of the night
The aura of the moon helps relax one's mind
Aura that will give the right to remind
How facasinating it is, Am I right?
One's eyes always see the full moon so bright
That the sight of the object makes one blind
To the beauty that really should be bind
It is like a giant circular kite
In the dark awakening sky above
That it seems very motionless to see
Maybe one would be willingly to love
For the fantic beath-taking way to be
The great magical bird of love, a dove
A love bird that always flies to be free
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