Around six we are watching the sailboats
Afloat on the gently glowing sea
Where the moon will make an appearance
To try and appear as a fake romantic
We do provide stones
But then a fair intelligent advise
The moon is a fool like most humans
Fake and all
No fire and just a mirror
A million billion souls have sung and composed
Or composed and sung
Yet the stars are so much sweeter
On moonless nights
They sing in gentle hymns
Of the sparkles of life and bearing
The follower, slave, oh sorry; i mean the moon
Its sole existence , given life by the sun
And all it has to show is
Of being a placeholder of all that is of a loser
Beware the poets
As you all gather forth
To witness this evenings subtle enchantment
The sun will glow, gleam on you and the sea equally
While the moon will just waste your while
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