O, you moon that looks of milk and honey.
That moon beam shines down on the Earth,
Like a spotlight from up above
You give light in the darkest of places.
Your looks of indented surfaces
Look like a cookie that is too good to eat.
I wish I could take you down
To eat your delicate surface.
But no I won’t;
I will just gaze upon your goldenness
For as long as I can your bright
Shining light I will it wash over
And let it illuminate within me.
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