The Moon and Stars…a poem

she couldn’t keep track
of all those
who had gone on
before her
so she asked the Moon
when it was in its crescent form
if She would hold a star
for each of them
in Her arms
that way
she could
wave at everyone
and send them
love
the Moon said
She would be happy
to oblige
and from then on
whenever the Moon
was a crescent
She held the
girl’s loves
in Her embrace

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