Looking through the window
I see the crescent moon
Peering at me from behind a rooftop
Housing someone else’s room
Pure and white, a blinding light
Shining in the sky
Pulling upon my psyche
As I contemplate my life
The other day it was full
Super and complete
Now it appears to be waning
As I prepare for sleep
I’m noticing its cycle
For the first time in a while
And thinking about what it symbolises
And inwardly I smile
The sunset also drew me in
Its beauty was so fine
I’m thankful for the little things
That make this journey sublime

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