"Mysterious"
Like the moon,
She's a mystery;
Only a part of herself exposed,
Not even shining her own light to the world.
She remains in the shadows.
Though it only occurs once in a blue moon,
Everybody is in awe when she exposes herself fully.
And when you think she's finally exposing herself,
She enters the shadows again,
Into an eclipse.
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Random Rambles - Poems
PoesíaA compilation of rhyming ramblings. (most of the time.)
