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This poem is about the sky at night my words could never describe its beauty but here goes |
| I've had lots of friends, And alot of company. Yet i dont think any single one of them Has ever truly listened to me. But there is this friend that i have, So unique and rare. If i needed company, I know that he'd be there. The moon; A friend of mine that hides from me alot, Yet always comes around. Every start of the month i lose him, But midway through he gets found. A precious friend he nevertheless is, lifting me up when i'm down, Dead silent is the night yet his light has a sound... The sound of tranquility, peace to the mind. I look at the moon and he stares back at me- how kind. The clouds float and float until they finally meet, Covering his delicate face Pouring their tears out all over the streets. I listen to the sound of gushing delight, Sounds that are truly just one of a kind. I close my eyes and slowly doze off to sleep, And hope in my dreams the moon and i will meet. |