I think my favorite hour of the day
Is the hour in which the sun and moon embrace.
the darkness of night frays at the edges,
and the hope of a new start awakens.
Just as the sun groggily rises his head from sleep,
The moon weeps as the stars wave goodbye.
When it is time for the moon and sun to part,
The bright azure stretches across the sky
As the sun stretches its arms and gets out of bed.
My paintbrush will never be able to capture
The lovely bright hues of a new day, a new start.
I can only just watch in awe as the sky changes
As the moon and sun embrace for the last time.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
