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Moonrise
by
Mya McMillan

This poem speaks for itself.


When all is dark
And cold
And silent
When men sleep
And faerie meet
The moon rises.
Shining in darkness
Casting light where none can go
A lamp to bring the weary traveler
Home.
A symbol of hope
To bring us through the night
Leading us to sunrise.



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