The dusk was over and the night appeared
I looked up at the sky
now coal black
then from somewhere
I saw the glow
I traced it back to a luminous sphere
The thought this is what they call
THE MOON
i feasted my eyes on it
And gave it my words to describe
How astonishing it was
But it said nothing
And slowly paced away
After it's departure some unbelievingly strong light came
Its glow lighted up the world
And poured a blue ocean over the ashes of the dusk
I couldn't trace back its glow
But i felt the beauty
The rareness
The beauty that can be felt not seen
The beauty of the unknown
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PoetryI don't know how to write a catchy/fancy book description. but i would say that this book consists of poetry writings that is solely written by me and my feelings. It's my first time letting my poetry out for someone to read. So I have no idea how y...
