Moon


The Moon likes to flirt with me.
She chases me when I'm in the car.
I swear she winks at me,
She lights up my nights because she thinks it will make my night better… And it does.
She dims the other stars because she sees me as the only star that glows.
Sometimes, she's shy, and she hides.
But even then, I know she's beautiful,
When she's full, I like to watch her, and she gets to show off her radiant beauty.
Cause the Moon likes to flirt with me.

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