There was an incredible full moon the other night. It stopped me in my tracks, in the way the moon often does. I reflected on why the moon holds such significance for me.

The moon holds my secrets

Bears witness to my tears

Bathes me in her magic glow

With the knowing of the years

The moon holds my secrets

I turn my face into her light

She whispers words of comfort

Through the darkness of the night

Does the moon speak to you?

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