The moon rose at midnight.
I saw the lunar disk shining coldly.
Its beauty brought back happy memories.
I thought of the village of my childhood.
I wonder if I can simplify my life.
I will walk through the hills alone.
My laughter will fill the air.
I am sleeping in late again.
I will escape from life’s pressures.
Tonight the friendly stars will return.
W. Wayne B.
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