Traversing the skyscape with a soothing glance, behold her majestic and proud countenance. She is our bright sister, she waxes and wanes, she loves us through conflict and laughter and pain. Her touch pulls the oceans, it tugs at our veins, her glory for weeks we shall not see again. Her time is not fleeting, she does not know rush, she bathes us in whiteness, sometimes she can blush. Without her there would be no life on this rock, for that we do thank her, our hurtling clock. Now lift up your sockets, and watch the progress, of our dear friend Luna, sweet mother – goddess.
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