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a poem i wrote about the moonlight

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Moonlight

I found you

in the back of the room.

You stood

still.

Like a stranger

with eyes fixed

on the spotlight.

You stared

at the many shades

of white,

golden in its

luminescent.

And I…

I stood

still.

Like a friend

with eyes fixed

on the moonlight.

Sidebar: I honestly didn't write this poem with an intention on aligning it with the film Moonlight. In fact, I was just writing because it flowed and that came out. Funny how much something can be engrained in you that it follows you wherever you may go creatively and literally.