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I looked up staring at the twilight stars

I missed stars that glowed bright as if trillions of suns were to be scattered across the dazzled dark sky.

I miss clouds covering the stars in
Perhaps, jealousy

I miss the stars within the fine, long blades of grass

I miss the un-trampled fireflies creating light symphonies within each grass blade that will go onto creating future generations

I miss the Emerald, green glow-up hands as one is caught.

I miss my delicate, long fingers gliding across the crisp, deteriorating spine of an old romantic classic,

with colors that danced of lively means but now only to be saturated by it's seams

Each exquisite word seeping to my imagination with my mind humming to new romance hidden between the creases of a new beginnings

I miss leaves making their last dance to the ground, during their fall and not once does it go unnoticed

I just really miss my moon.

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Thank you for reading my poetry, whoever reads it.