The moon
Reposes on a bed
Of clouds
Slowly, regally
Rises
Suspended
Into the dark sky
Breathless, I watch her
Unwilling, unable to tear my eyes away
And she seems to know
And shines ever brighter
For I know, and the world knows
She knows
That she owns the stage
Tonight.
The moon has been breathtaking lately, so I wanted to write about it. :)
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These Insufficient Words
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...
