You might feel absurd for everything that falls within
Things that doesn't go your way of thinking
Thoughts that completely opposite from the truth
And people that just wants you to change your route
Or person you love that now currently hates you
It'll all pass away because always, love prevails too
Some music you may not hear
Some paintings you may not comprehend
But there's always the moon that illuminates, that makes you sleepyhead
And with that rest
Tomorrow is a new beginning and a test
It's a present no one else knew but surely you'll be bless
For the sleepy moon above wants you too to fall in your dreams
And be guided of the flow underneath the streams
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
