Waxing...
Washing her face with the light of stars, the Moon closed her eyes and rested.
Written by MininaMacnak, this tiny poem gives us a single quiet picture: the Moon washing her face with starlight, then closing her eyes to rest. The title, "Waxing...", points to the phase when the Moon grows fuller each night, and the trailing dots suggest something still in progress, not yet…
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