The Crescent of the Moon
I'm like the crescent of the moon
Reaching its peak in midst of June
With every passing night I wax myself and reach the fullest of my shape
After every passing night I wane myself and slowly delve into the void
It's not what the night thinks about me observing me from the distance
Neither it's about the stars who accompany me in those 29 days
It's about me who is going through these days
I'm sure I'll not stay the same full moon with every single passing night
I know I will vanish into the void
But I'm sure I'll not stay in the same void, slowly but steadily I'll light up the sky while at my fullest.
What remains in between of this is the beautiful crescent shape I retain, with every passing wax and every passing wane.
I am who I am amidst of these waxes and wanes.
I am a selēne Among my stars
Glowing and fascinating myself and the entities around me
Abhishek Gambhir/ Apollo_guy
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