The morning sky was a velvety navy blue. As it dimmed
purple-gray, I decided to watch the moon fade along
with it.
It didn't fade, though, this moon. No, it danced and
teased, showing a little here, a bit there, playing
for a few minutes. Then it went out in a poof and
there was nothing but sky the color of bleached denim,
waiting for the sun to kiss it bright blue.
Now I will always be a girl who saw the moon flicker
out like a candle and knows that life is a poem
waiting for someone to notice it.
it's very navely
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