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Maybe...
the magic is not in the moon,
but in who you think about,
as you look at it.
Because each one,
of my smiles
belong to you, they are yours.
Each one of my letters
carries your name,
in them stored.
Because you have the magic
not the moon,
when you have me in your mind.
What a beautiful poem filled with so much night beauty and love, thank you for sharing it.