The moon is not perfect tonight,
Its glow, too, is not so bright,
Nor does it look as confident,
As it did last night.
The moon is not full tonight,
And not so enchanting either,,
To make tides rise high,
In excitement to touch the sky.
I know it will keep on waning,
Both in size and brilliance,
Bit by bit through the fortnight,
And once will even disappear.
But truly, it's resilient enough,
To bounce back and resume,
Its eternal journey in the firmament,
Though different in look every time.
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