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The meaning of moonlight
Has never been found
Pondered, perhaps, in hindsight
As long as Man has been around

‘Tis different, from sunlight
From all that is day
‘Tis foreboding,and yet bright
Only if it chooses to play

The hooting, the crickets, and yet
All quiet in a mesmerizing bubble
Night, each of us has in our own way met
Some see peace, yet some see trouble

And moonlight, that guardian,
An agent of Mother Peace
Moves swiftly, in a white cardigan
As it patrols the streets