The far away moon

In a far off world a moon shines.

I believe that it has the softest lustrous white glow. But it is very far away, so far that I will never be able to reach it. I have never seen it nor heard stories about it. But I believe that it exists and I sit and imagine about it when I am sad and disappointed.

The more I imagine about its beauty the more beautiful it becomes. The only problem with that is, that the more beautiful it becomes, the farther it drifts away from me. But I don't mind that because I like to imagine its beauty, its soft shine and the solace its beams provide.

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