Dead hour of the night,
the moon was throwing a white patch on the dark floor.
Eyes adjusted, something glistening.
I followed.
Then I saw the moon throughout the window that came out from behind the cloud.
It was a full moon.
I am marvelled by its brightness.
I wish I could go there.
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Weeping Nights
PoetryWeeping Nights is a collection of poetry and prose about feelings of pain, heartbreak, depression and some piece of advice. Highest Rank: #2 poemcontest 03/15/22
