The grass is green
The waters blue
The sunset is red and pink
And to this my eyes are glued
On this misty mountain
Many days I spend here
Just to see the beauty of this world
And get a glimpse that's mere
The sun's disappearing
As the moon comes up
The stars start to show
Their color reminds me of a new born pup
As the stars become brighter
On this quiet, quiet night
And as the hours pass by quick as a flash
The stars begin to drift from my sight
If ever you are on that misty mountain
Try not to close your eyes
Because the moment you do
The wonderful sights will bid you goodbye
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Poems Of My Journal
PoetryThese are just little poems I have wrote over the years. I hope you guys like them. I will add more over the next few days hopefully l so hang tight!
