The Scars of the Moon Beneath the silver veil of night, The moon stands lone, a solemn sight. Its face, a canvas marked with scars, Stories whispered by distant stars. Each crater carved by time's cruel hand, A memory etched in lunar sand. Yet still it shines, serene, aglow, A beacon for the earth below. Its flaws, a beauty to behold, A testament of tales untold. For even scars, in moonlight's hue, Can glow with strength, forever true. ©Avinash Jha #Moon
