For Luna

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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