Fast and furious:
dawn 'til grow
of the wheat that is proclaimed
in the harvest moon soaring low.
We glory those that bring us
our harvest and seek
to make peace with anyone that can
bring us bounty that none would consider weak.
We are the village of plentiful and sincerity,
we are the place that we love so great,
we dance and sing to the harvest moon
while all the devils sleep against darkness' fate.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
