The moon is up and shining bright,
Its glow luminates the night.
A silver orb that lights the way,
And fills my heart with endless sway.
It calls a spell on land and sea,
And fills my heart with mistery.
A simbol of love and life,
A beacon that guide me trough the night.
So let me bask in its gentile grace ,
And feel its warm upon my face.
The moon it's a gift from above,
A treasure that fills my heart with love.
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Random Poetry
PoetryHi. This is my first book. Sorry if there is any bad grammar , english is my third language. I hope you will like it. I write poetry , because , I am in higschool , and it is a stress reliver, so I don't really have time for a full book. May or may...
