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In the pages of this book, is where it begins

When evening falls, tis there, I fit in

Watching the stars that gently glisten

In the dark of night, I shall sit and listen

As the moon recites with much detail

How the sun and the planets all prevail

He tells of how, the birds do try

To reach him, far up in the sky

How the twilight shines, in all its glory

Oh, how the moon does tell his story

I could stay here, with him, evermore

For his light always reaches, to my very core

And in this place, I find sweet tranquility

Lost to the moon, in a realm of possibility

Goodnight, sweet orb, as I now close this book

Out the window, I stare, yes, for just one more look


November Writing Prompt – The realm of reliability – Day 1/30

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