poetry

Moon Child

 

Child of the Moon,

Radiant and luminous,

Super incandescent

In all that you undertake.

You complete your cycles,

Despite not always feeling whole.

Often overlooked

In your crescent mood 󠇯—

Scorned at for being wild.

Unclouded,

Even the stars are eclipsed

By your effulgence.

 

R. K

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