Silver-bleeding Moon

*My moon drips silver; Gliding from its craters, flown Across galaxies Alien beings Stare at its state; leaking a Peak at what it is But the moon's just the Moon to us; nothing more than A dab to the sky How I wonder the Way y'all see it tonight; can You find the beauty?* ~Or is it just the moon?~

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