The Moon, Last Night

A poem

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The moon was to rise from the horizon,
where, in the evening, we had tucked in the Sun,
the stars were still waking up, rubbing their eyes,
as the sky was all pink and aglow,
and I looked around to see those upturned faces,
laughing, walking, holding hands,
and waiting for the colours to turn grey,
as the moon shines, when it gets dark!