Moon

by Seeker of Truth   Nov 20, 2006


The eerie calling of the creatures of the night. The moon's glow seems to absorb my soul, as if it wants me for something. I stare at it with awe, it's magnificent size, shape, and color; how it can change all three properties. And the mystical aura seeming to emanate from it. In constant battle with the sun, it never sleeps.

11/8/05

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