The Moon
So serene
In its presence,
Calming the chaos
Of my restless mind.
The moon
So beautiful
In its countenance,
Wearing her blemishes
So proudly every night.
The moon
So complete
In its moiety,
Through all her phases
From new to full.
The moon
So collected
In its dalliance,
Not losing her composure
Being enamored with the ocean.
Just like the moon, we go through phases...✨
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Made of Stardust✨
PoetryMore than just poetry... these are excerpts of my life so far. Hope you feel them at least half as much as I do💞💫
