Dearest Moonchild,
where have you been?
the stars have died,
to enter your skin.
Don't cry, Moonchild,
it may be dark,
but you'll soon see
that you're meant to spark.
Go on, Moonchild
ruler of skies,
someday you'll rise,
by sunsets' goodbyes.
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The Secrets of a Moonchild
Poetrya collection of poems for lost souls, dreams and the ability to see beauty in all of the universe's color scheme. [PREVIEW ONLY] 🌙ongoing
