When night comes to its close
stars crowd the cloudless climes
and the fallow fawns begin to doze
unawakened by the cawing of the crows
the moon comes into sight
showing its perfect pale face
upon the starry night
lays a glowing orb of white
the restless wind howls
wait upon the incoming tide
many more things move
amongst the shadows of the night
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poems
Poetrya collection of poems about love, nature and every emotion from the heart. I'm always thinking so poems are my place to let it out <3 updating with new poems as regularly as possible!
