She calls to me ever so calmly. Beckoning me for my attention. Always looking so dreary in all white, but beautiful as she takes one step at a time until sunrise. Some nights she wears red. Those are the nights she turns the most heads, but it doesn’t matter to me that everyone stares at her. I always give her special attention that no one else can. I wonder if she knows I love her as she walks out of my sight, every night.

-The moon


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