Beneath the moon's soft, silvery gleam,
Luna, a black dog, a poet's dream.
Coat of midnight, a canvas so fine,
Graceful spirit in the moonlit shine.
Her eyes reflect the night's allure,
A mystic gaze, so deep, so pure.
In twilight's embrace, she finds her way,
Luna, the medium dog, in shadows play.
A dance of paws on midnight's stage,
Luna weaves tales with each engaged.
Soft whispers carried by the breeze,
Her presence, a tranquil, calming ease.
In the garden of stars, Luna roams,
Guardian of dreams, where nightfall combs.
A medium, betwixt realms unseen,
Luna, the black dog, a moonlit queen.
Amidst the cosmos, her spirit unfurls,
Guiding lost souls as the night swirls.
A howl echoes through the celestial sea,
Luna, the black dog, forever free.
A/N : This about another dog of mine , Luna
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PoetryHi. This is my first book. Sorry if there is any bad grammar , english is my third language. I hope you will like it. I write poetry , because , I am in higschool , and it is a stress reliver, so I don't really have time for a full book. May or may...
