Moon

A scathing loneliness

Or a blooming solitude

Shining skin tone

Or disfiguring craters and scars

The perfection of a circle

Or a blemished crescent

Celestial lantern of the gods

Or satellite of a turquoise sphere 

Yet in spite of her many aliases

She will always be

The night’s saving grace

And the beholder’s paradise

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