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Winter Moon


You who are vaguely seen to us further of cooled air stinging our skin are soon after appearance, getting yellowisher in obvious twinkling and fantagomarisrically tempts us.


If there’s only the sun in the world, worldwidely spread darkeness would lose its reason to be present.


You who are truly the hope star for all of darkened world habitants are the thing until the brith gifted by God which had given you a lewdly sinicism with skeptical viewing eyes making us conscious to you as contrarical presence to the noon sunbeam until the world itself was indwelled at our brains.


If evil doesn’t exist, goodness would never be outstanding to us, if you are absent from our world, we would never be still and so calm composedly for taking a break to recover the refreshed power for the time under the sun as to create never stagnant mind to us.


But already 12 men was on the moon in the past from the earth. 
The man who first stepped on the moon was the matter to us making us to imagine how he had on that time when he first stepped on the moon and after coming back from the moon, how he had spent his days, what mind he had until he died.


Of course, I’ve never met him neither, but the heaven he went to must be so different to our heaven we also would go to someday, probably, I can feel so either as if many ones can feel so, you know.


(Feb. 15th. 2019)
All sentences after❄ ’s sentence, written after I watched the movie “First Man” but former sentences were written at Jan. 20th. 2019.