Perched in the dusky sky,

Among the constellation of stars,

I beam ;I’m the brightest being that one can see,

I’m a poet’s muse and an artist’s delight.

However,I am not perfect all the time,

I wax and wane , shifting my shape,

I seem to be flawed at times,

And during times of deepest despair,

 I may appear to fade completely.

But after a quiet period of introspection,

I slowly rise in incremental steps,

Becoming whole once again…..

Dear earthlings, hark!

No one is perfect,

That should never be a cause for concern,

Just remember,each one is uniquely made,

By the hands of a creator.

 

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Picture Credit : Pixabay