Cassandra Jasmine (United States of Awesomeness)
When days were short,
Nights were long.
A weary man
Traveled far from home.
He sat upon his mattress at night,
Gazing at the bright, round moon.
Cold nights glazed the world with frost,
Bringing a natural beauty to the land.
Deep in thought,
The man raised his head
To gaze at the fair moon,
As he thought of his beloved family,
His ancestors, who help him
Find his path.
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