The moon shines brightly
The water below ripples
Quiet is the night.
The sun rises slow
Willing clouds part before it
Birds are chirping loud.
The music of life
Forever it will be sung
From trees, hills, and creeks.
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Wishing Upon a Star
PoetryWhen I shared this book, which was once a rough-draft People criticized my work so much that others laughed. But now as I publish my works, which are full of courage and dreams People think to themselves, "a book cover is not always what it seems." ...
