Tracey
The moon hung a heavy low
Most perfectly round rip in an otherwise jet-black sky
The inverse seemed true
For right before me sprawled like stars
The twinkling lights of a sleeping suburb
They seem to be drawn out by the light of this low hung moon,
Close enough to touch
Just just out of reach
Moon beams kissing rooftops kissing gently in its light
Hush now oh troubled thoughts
There is magic in a still world
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