

On
the
canvas
of blackness,
no stars to be seen—
loneness permeates the night sky.
On
the
canvas
of darkness,
sadness occupies;
still, a small crescent smile stands out,
shining amidst the
canvas of
loneness
in
black.
The crescent moon, though surrounded
by a canvas of
sadness, still
gives a
bright
smile.

