The moon watches the tears that rolls down my cheeks, the moon listens to my silent cries. The moon shines it light so that I can see, how it's there for me. The moon comforts me with its soft rays of light, a beautiful thing indeed, it is.
And now, I can't see myself without the moon or have a moonless night, because the moon is my safe place, the one that comforts me when one else can. The moon loves me in a way no one else does, the moon is my saviour, my safe haven- a home just for me.
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ • • • • • Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐...
