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Moon, was in its full shape.
On the edge of a high cliff, he stood.
On the night that was dark and chill, he still.
Neither him, nor the moon, feeling cold.
Locked, their eyes met. Exchanging gaze, exchanging trust.
It was magic, a world that’s set up between them.
Glass in every warm feelings.
He got caught in a spellbinding silence.
Tender was the moon, looking at him like she’s ready to guide him into serenity.