Poems & Thoughts #wattys2019

Feelings From Far (Dark)

I feel,
I was walking on the empty roads-
In the darkest nights,
Until I saw the moon,
Coming from behind black clouds,
Making the sky bright,
I wonder,
How something can be this much beautiful?
Without having its own light!
Then I saw some stars, much brighter than-
The moon, which is a common  metaphor for beauty,
But they're just too small to these eyes,
Beauty has no means without hideousness, I realized...