Under the moon,
Under that globe

Of stone-trenched face

Illuminated by the invisible Sun
Heartly credo ingeniously reveals,
His loneliness to cold vacuum
Of dark matter,
Yet, he isn’t alone.

He seek for interlocutor by
Whispering to Earth,

At night, only at night
But her drowsiness
Stand still,

Moon is still circulating
Unaware of our,
Each time, a new enthusiasm
When we look up,


We see him
How he rolling through horizon,
In its seductive dance
Around our mother Earth.

I understand his loneliness.

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