Content (10/28/2016)

The sky
Only several clouds in sight 
The moon
shining moderately bright
The grass 
Not quite so green 
But still 
There's so much to be seen 
The night, tonight, will pass by slowly
Alone, but for once, not feeling lonely 
It isn't great, but nothing's bad 
No cause to be happy, but neither sad 
Appreciative, the word fits well
Of all that the evening has to tell 
In the quiet, the feeling will persist
Nothing in world, tonight, to resist 
Eyes half closed, but heart wide open 
Neither empty, nor full, of any emotion 
Watching the stars as Earth passes by
Right now, life itself, it satisfies

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