Luna used to bounce the steady jumps of yellow balloon,
High five the cheerful unknown four paws passing from the pavement stone,
Grate the effective illumination fantasy of heavy freckles snow from the Styrofoam,
But now she pounds the closed gate of her nosy thoughts for begging to be silent bloom.
'I was once a free kid. I used to love my environment, and admire myself.
So I have always caught on wondering where has been that girl now.'
Throwing back the singulars of her strands, for it might help rip everything out.
Something has Luna recognize the messy person she became, and so she shouts.
If the dancing fires have died down, Luna's body will be nightly thrown.
If the bending curve of rainbow's come alive, Luna's smile will be eventually shown.
If the motion of circulation turned into routine, Luna starts to lose and kept a frown.
It was more likely of a traffic light with the variations of three signs;
She would simply wait for the bright light to blink before she become untied and content.
Luna's beliefs', dancing hopeful beads and wonderment stage has left the convent.
The unfold table of humility to herself was such a candlelight- it constantly shine,
Alcoholic was looking sympathy from here, but she was just a tasteless expired wine.
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The Rumblings of Luna
PoetryINTRODUCTION The existence of her sixteen years has narrowed herself upon the illuminous environment when only the mute lass tried to surround herself from the healthy community. Luna's unfamiliarity and weakness to herself become relevant and bold...
