Just me and the moon,
A full moon;
They call her a yellow moon.
She rises early during the fall,
An optical ilusión
of increased size or proximity,
Providing máximum light after sunset,
While shinning out a favorite color.
Like a special Host
rising early in delicate times;
We are alone in the early hours,
Just me and the moon,
With our many prayers for a better World.
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