Crescent Moon

Glowing luminescent in the

Soft dark sky,

A golden claw hangs.


A perfect, untouched rose

In a garden of withered grasses.


A shining crescent, ever alluring,

Clinging to the vast shadows

Of the night-black sky.


It begs one to wonder

At the exquisite beauty

Of the boundless universe

As it is known.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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