The theme for this month's poems.
There are two messages,
One is hidden in a different form.
I write of love and loss,
I speak of joy and pain,
I sing my heart out,
So my mind can be drained.
I look up and see
the Moon With No Stars,
Admiring its beauty
Despite its scars.
Don't get stuck in the middle
Trying to solve this riddle.
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