New Moon

Winning from a squabble is like gazing at new moon in the daytime sky.

Quite close from the vivacity of the sun, yet too far from the stark-naked eyes of the horde.

You can’t see me in my brightest side, always divulges my shadow during the dusk.

You, the Sun and I, the Moon trying to compact each other on the midnight sky.

We own the skyline at the same time.

But tactlessly, a new moon like me can never be seen while you the sun always stuns in everyone’s eyes.