THAT’S HOW IT SEEMS

Only the moon hangs in the sky.
It doesn’t always hang there
but seems to
when it has almost finished
its journey across the space it moves.
The stars twinkle and melt
or quietly disappear.
The sun may come up and go down
but it never hangs like the moon.
Or that’s how it seems to me.

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