The moon looks down at me
Cool, glowing, impassive
‘So many adjectives’, the silken voice
mocks; insidious, yet gentle
I look around, trembling yet thrilled
You see what you want in me, the moon seems to whisper
I am lovely sometimes and I am cold and frozen at other
times?
Do not cast your impressions on me
I am not the mirror of your thoughts
I am a distant body, not human
so do not give me attributes
That are your creations.
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