the moon is bright and crazy
because she leaves her silver hue for yellow
looking like the sun but pale
as stars shine bright in her wake
and leaves me wondering at her splendorthe moon is crazy and bright
as she soothes my sullen twilight
and changes the mood from dark to bright
with just a peek, with just a sightwatching through city lights
laughing as I notice them become jealous
of the moon, of her beauty and of her splendor
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Assorted Thoughts
Poetryrandom musings..poems that were almost forgotten..all products of an idle mind..