To Be Here

Under a tree, it's leaves rusting in the midnight breeze.
On a swing, dangling above the ground with the child in me.
Near the ocean, hypnotized by the waves casting salt in the air.
Counting the stars, infinity playing out before my eyes.
Loved by the moon, lighting my world in the darkest of times.
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Mangata

Mangata. Another new word for my love of the moon.

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