Crescent Moon
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After twilight the moon is reborn
her sickle shaped face is captivating
like a lass under teen inviting her youth
stars surrounded her in throng
to view her new look and whispered
wanton eyes of stars making her nervous
to attire her shy she covers her face under azure sky.
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