Summer moons
back away slowly,
you can watch them go.
Silently crossing the sky,
cautious, almost wary
to turn around and flee.
No they never blink an eye
Or crack a smile
and you hardly see them move,
But they do,
ever so slowly they do,
they leave you, pale and lonely.
They fade even so,
imperceptibly so,
growing fainter as they go.
And quiet, oh,
they never utter a sound.
All the same,
They never fail to say goodbye.
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