It's still. Quiet. Calm.
The moon smiling through the cloud.
So much happening beneath it,
but not here. It's still.
A star winking at me,
every night a few come out to flirt.
The clouds are motionless;
not a breeze in the air. It's still.
A car or two in the distant highway,
but here, it's still. My thoughts are gone,
hushed away in the quietness and
overtaken by the moon,
the moon smiling through the cloud.
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