The moon
the moon's scarred,
wounded. blanketed in dark.
there is a night
when i see her laughing,
and a night when i see her
smiling.
but there's a night,
they call her 'the new moon',
the night when she's gone.
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Handwritten | Poetry & Prose
PoetryH.R #3 IN TOLD | A collection of the told and untold, the hidden and revealed, but everything - all this and everything else - written down in solemn words, in phrases, compiled and collected as poetry and prose.
