The moon shines bright;
In a pitch black night
A glorious light peeking through
Clouds of uncertainty that grew
Where stars can't be seen,
A place only a few have been
The moon; she—
she outshines the doubt
Silence caused by wars,
Leaves shining like the stars
A sight so mesmerizing;
It joys my being.
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Poems by an Idiot
PoesíaA collection of my poems. P.s. I'm still a noob, so any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated:)
