Grace convery - The Moon

The moon shimmers like a silver ball
A bright torch that glimmers in my darkened hall

My shape can change alot
Sometimes I am full and fat...and sometimes I am not
But rest assured
You will see all the shapes that I have got

I float across the blackened sky
And in the morning I say goodbye

Grace convery

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