It's time to serenade the moon.
Singing hymns much too soft for this earth.
Bright light shining down like a ray of hope.
I find comfort in its light.
It is on these nights that I feel the best,
with my night song putting me to rest.
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META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
