Crescent moon

Tonight I can write of it all,
or at least, as it seems.
Under the light of a white sturdy object,
nonchalantly hung in the sky.
A quite waste of space,
or nature’s desperate cry?
A fiery lantern for those
destitute of sight.
Taking it all away,
by the morning light.

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