the moon is
hiding behind
the sun, the
sun of heaven-
but that
doesn't define
what it really is.
sometimes,
we need to
look deeper
than what we
can really see.
the times when
you hid, you cried,
you laughed, the times
when you couldn't
face life's distraught
and lack of luck,
the moon was there.
a simple comfort
to all those stormy days
when you cried at night
and wished that
everything would be alright.
and so, maybe,
we should cherish
it for being strong
and staying there,
no matter what.
a solace for
all those lonely
nights, it's the
moon, shining
loud and bright.
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Nighttime Mist [Poetry]
PoezieThis is a book of poetry and the sequel to Unclaimed, Not Sorted [Random]. It can, however, be read as a stand-alone. I hope you like it! :)