Two moons rise,
Both the same but, yet
Both different.
Their glow cross over shinning,
On the same one lake
It takes in both of their glow
Throwing back out,
The one it doesn’t
Want to shine.
It keeps swapping,
Trying to make up its mind,
It ends up reflecting both of the moons.
It reflects,
Two at once,
Not sure how it has coped,
Not knowing the similarities.
It has decided that,
It does not want ether.
They say goodbye and leave,
The lake is lonely until
The sun rises.
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Poems of my Life
PoetryThese are all original pieces from my life that I have written in my book... I'm sharing them with you because there's no one else to share them with
