The Moon-
I love the way the moon shines in the sky,
The way it touches every rooftop
Every raindrop on my window
How it brings light, even in the darkest of nights
Holds the thoughts of every sleep-deprived poetic
Soul that looks at her and does not think of her as a planet,
But as a soul, an entity herself
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Words
PoetryThe thoughts you think inside your head, I write them down. I think we should share more of those thoughts. So that the people who think similarly can find one another. Enjoy.
