Look at the sky
It's like a bright night
With the orange clouds
A moon with its yellow color
The stars are small
But it twinkles like gold
As the sky dance with happiness,
The clounds covered the view
stars was gone
The moon turn back to white
As the clouds turns to black
The clounds cried
The pale faced moon is back
The stars that twickle
like gold
Turns silver
As they bring back the sadness
The huge moon turns like a nickle
In my pocket
Now the smiles
Turns to cries
As my rhymes lost
Because of the face of the moon's
Sadness
Will the yellow moon come back ?
Will the happiness returns ?
Will you turn at my back
And say hello
And good night
See you yellow moon
As my happiness returns
YOU ARE READING
Souls
PoetryAs the stars look down They can see us on the ground With the moons different mood And the suns chaostic tune Life would be Like a fire We can see the fire We can feel the heat But we can't see it
