The moon is a dark brother with many sisters

The moon

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Just like a giant monster of darkness, laughing with his sisters which are shiny and more beautiful like saints of the heavens,

Coated with black slivery handkerchief and storms in the night hours.

Sometimes half, sometimes quarter, most times full especially after a whole meal during the day,

It gives light to the thieves and the goods, the old and the young, the owls and the bats, only at night hours.

Heard of its tremendous surface concerned with rocks and less air to breath.

Beauty to behold as it leaves us wondering why such beautiful creature should love coming at night.

Many mysteries behind its core and origin but many eyes have seen it move and its like a balloon with less air.