Honor approach of the wonder brisk hands,
Population of light head humping on stands,
Greenery place heaves the balanced bonds,
Palm so rough kissed gently on her cheeks, beneficial soothe on grands.
Smoke such furious as to be a capture of an art,
And she was such furious only to be queue for a start.
She was heavy with crow's voices, but now she's bounding with her heart,
Red stained for her every day, but eyes came back stock of braveness building from the cart.
Upon fading her vision ere moon set, her syllables were now comprehend,
The voyage of nightmare torture that has kept Luna held,
Somewhat and somewhere; hopeful on the duty, she ascend.
Self-doubts still occurred and still has her failed,
Small to small figured steps can still be a change.
Pointing back to her other, tight smile still she have manage,
Alone back to the dark, dry, and empty comfort- Luna never felt strange,
For it became who she was, and where she verily used to tow the existing range.
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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...
