I lay awake,
staring into the night sky outside my window.
I see the shadows on the moon.
The way the trees dance in the wind.
The rustling of the leaves rolling on the grown.
But when I listen there is no sound.
I press my face up to the glass.
It feels so cold and gloomy.
I try not to stare at the night sky.
But the way it sparkles,
ketches my eye,
I think for a very long time,
and try not to hide,
all the things I felt inside.
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