Poem #02

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"MOON"

The sea pulled the ball this bright
pulled it down when the time is right,
reminding the people what it meant
they called it the beautiful sunset.

Darkness ruled in everywhere
stars shine and dance up there,
then a big white ball appeared in the sky
it was placed in the dark, so high.

Soon that heating sun will appear
the stars will soon disappear,
i missed the beauty of the darkness
the darkness people appreciate less.

It gives me peace and feeling
that thing called eternal healing,
i want to see this again so soon
that big white ball they call a moon.

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