THE SUN, THE MOON, AND THE STARS
It was a tiring day,
And the Sun was all bored.
Finally it was time for him to set,
For he needed a long go.
Letting the moon rise,
He handed over to him the sky.
Lightening up the dark sky,
He gave a glorious look to the heavens anigh.
With him were his little buddies,
Who danced like sweet fairies.
Silvery and twinkling in texture,
They are the stars who stood up there.
The Moon and the Stars,
Stay together all night.
Glorifying the whole night,
For darkness is not a thing they like.
Illuminating the dark sky,
It's not an easy thing to do.
By the end of the night time,
They lacked the energy to glow.
Once again the Sun was called,
And the dull ones were gone for long.
Theis cycle will always go on,
For no one knows when they will set off.
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Chaotic Mistakes
PoetryI'm, as the poet's say, a mistake. Well, a chaotic mistake. just some random words sewn into poems.
