The air is crisp, the night is clear.
The softly blowing wind is all you can hear.
You look up at the sky, it's lit up bright
Illuminating this cold winter night.
Patterns of beautiful constellations,
From far away destinations.
The moon is the brightest thing of all,
Looking at the vast sky makes you feel so small.
They might just be giant balls of flames,
But they're beautiful all the same.
With millions in the sky, they're hard to miss,
If you see one fly by then make a wish.
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
