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The Moon and You

 

Look at the Moon

Look at how it shines,

Unlike people here

It doesn't whine

About the flaws and spots

On its surface

 Which are similar to those

On our faces.

Those craters are the highlights

Of the Moon, as we call it,

In the night sky so bright.

Do artists not paint

The spots (of the Moon) in their Pictures?


Do people remove them

In the photos they capture? 

You are beautiful.

Don't let people tell you otherwise.

Like all the other moons

Of different colors, shapes and sizes.

There's always someone

Who will appreciate

Your allure, with no hate.

Your time will come

Have patience,

Just as the Moon comes out

After its renascence

In the night sky,

After the daylight drowns

Where the sun had risen high,

The Moon becomes the Crown.

The Moon only glows

At night.

So will you,

After every fight

In your mind, which may be dark.

So become the Moon and

Bring out your spark.

Stop having that

Internal war.

You are exquisite

As you are.

Because remember,

No one tells the Moon

That it's beautiful,

They just admire

It from afar.

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