Staring into the abyss of darkness, She smiles at me. Amidst the grim and bleak space, My fair Luna, shines bright. Whenever she appears, She witnesses greatest love stories. She was the unacknowledged friend of Juliet, Twirled around in joy when Romeo climbed up the balcony. In silence, she wished them immortality. In silence, she mourned their death. In silence, she suffered lovers' parting. In silence, she gave company to all. We had her, but she had none. As I lay down on the roof watching her, In silence, she confirms that I'm the second loneliest woman to exist. -RJ
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