The Midnight Canvas
When the moon says hello,
She’s confessing her deepest thoughts.
Spilling realizations, truths, and wisdom into the stars,
Painting her life before them,
Stroking between the transitions of life,
Dragging the brush with colors to be seen,
Just
for the hope
that she’s understood by daylight.
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