On a moon-filled night
Everything was still and calm
Nothing happening; just the feeling of a breeze,
A shining pearl in the sky,
Guardian of night,
Earth’s pet lost in an everlasting cycle,
Filled with emptiness,
The moon looks brand new as if nothing has been on it at all,
Or just a sheet with a few scribbles on it.
As if the moon has a sleep charm putting the world to slumber,
The calm air just rushed away leaving nothing but the moon.
By Erika Nishitani
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