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It's late as I come home. The sky is so dark I can count the stars. I love the night. It's so peaceful and quiet, and all my concerns just float away. My problems look so small compared to this whole universe around me.
I lay down in the grass. My fantasy carries me away. I can see the moon, so far away, but it looks close to me, as if I can take it and hold it in the palm of my hand.
I reach and take the moon in my hand. It's so small and yet so precious. It's glowing. It reminds me of my heart when you're close to me. I kiss the moon, hold it close to my heart, and fall asleep.
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Eunoia ~ poems
PoesíaLet the fantasy carry you away. Soft aesthetic poems will clear your mind like ocean waves on the shores. Every word is like a star in the endless midnight sky... eunoia [yoo · noy · uh] • Greek (n.) a well mind, beautiful thinking
