Tribute to Luna

My first poem EVER, so go easy on me.
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A world of hatred, fear, greed. They are just fragments to the evils that keep our world apart. There is one small haven on the vast Internet were sentient creatures can mingle as equals, a place known as DeviantART.

Two years later and I finally join, even though I'm not well known, ya? Not long after, I met a talented artist, a true goddess of works with nearly lunar beauty. Her name is Luna.

Her form is truly lovely to behold and her soul is equaly beautiful, here or in real life. She gives calming words as well as other gifts that help people forget about the world's strife.

Her life isn't perfect, nor is she. However, she has good friends that help her through the crisises of her life. Like leaves that grow from a tree, she helps provide a feeling of shelter to those who listen to her words of generosity.

I visited often, then it happened. She had identified me as a friend. I felt honored, and I was, and still am grateful. This is one friendship that I don't want to ever end.

As with all friendships, there are ups and downs. Yet Luna remains as forgiving as before. I hearby end this poem, hoping that we will remain friends forevermore.