Late at night
The wolves all howl at
The sun-lit moon
Little tiny suns all floating on air
The swings sway at the
Push of the winds' arms
The night is mumbling
But silent strikes when
A boy appears
With a
Sunlit body
And
Glowing face
Crimson armor
But
Sapphire eyes
Who is this boy?
I call him The Messiah
But he calls himself love
Many call him a fairy tale
But little call him God
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Sapphire Eyes
PoetryAs my days pass, I understand more about this world and I gain knowledge about the real meaning of life. Here are the poems of my experiences with this world to which I don't belong in.
