Cycle
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Category : Poems
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The moon listened to the chatter of the stars,
the clamoring of voices echoed in the heavens,
words spoken throughout the night from lover's lips,
to parent's dreams,
to saddened hearts,
all talking to the moon as if it were their confidant.
The moon represents a promise of another chance,
it rises and sets only to rise again,
it fades from sight returning in cycles never failing,
as do we all;
we fall,
we stumble,
we lose our way,
but with each setting of the moon,
springs a new day.
