Mr. Moon
You rise above 
The sky with rounds of light
Spreading joy through the night.
You disappear as days dawn, 
But if we rise before your retreat
A shadow remains
A wisp of faded smiles
A breakfast treat.
Moon shadow where you go 
Nobody knows.

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