whichever color you glow;
a calm, serene white
a blood-crimson red
a rare, sorrowful blue
a lonely void of black
however you illuminate the night;
whether you wax and shine with the stars
or wane and hide above the clouds
whether you make a proud crescent
or be a glorious gibbous
or even divide the darkness
as either of the quarters
whatever shape you become
whatever shade you gleam
you will always be beautiful in my eyes
whatever you may seem
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
whichever color you glow;
a calm, serene white
a blood-crimson red
a rare, sorrowful blue
a lonely void of black
however you illuminate the night;
whether you wax and shine with the stars
or wane and hide above the clouds
whether you make a proud crescent
or be a glorious gibbous
or even divide the darkness
as either of the quarters
whatever shape you become
whatever shade you gleam
you will always be beautiful in my eyes
whatever you may seem
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