The moon is bright in the evening, eastern sky ...
The cycle rapidly drawing to the full ...
No sounds are made by this travel ...
No shadows cast upon the ground ...
Slowly each floating cloud ... there is ..
Passes across the growing face ...
The shadows reversed upon the moon ...
Absence is the familiar sight ...
The familiar sights that once were there ...
Like the moon ... revolve into the void ...
The shadow again has covered the face ...
Like the moon was cast ... away ...
**NH**
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