
On nights like this,
When the moon is full,
Huge and bright,
I be reminded of the darkness,
That consumed my life.
That left me for no light,
For no hope or color.
Then I see the brightest moon,
Enough to rob the darkest sky,
It’s magnificence and power,
Making the Orion smaller,
Claiming the throne in the sky.
Then, I hope -again.
For brightness and color,
And for a better future!
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