Everyday Night, At Twelve O clock Midnight,
The Moon knocks on my window.
I feel its beam, I feel its loneliness,
My feet makes contact with the cold floor towards my fellow.
We sit, talk and even share our little secret,
As I watch the moon reflection on the pond.
How exquisite the Moon is, always glowing,
"Moon," I called. "You always shine, but whats beyond? "
Cloud started to gather, little drops fell on my face,
"Clouds are my eyes," The Moon said.
It started to rain heavily,
Rather than going inside, I stayed Instead.
"Tell me," I whispered.
"How do you glow in your darkest time ?"
The Moon smiled and slowly faded.
Without it, I wouldn't be able to write this rhyme.
N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
