Eleven stars, one moon,
a village by the hillside.
A leafless, large tree
standing lone in the foreground.
Swirls of wind carrying dashes of light
dancing across the starry night sky.
It gives me the feeling
of a New Year's eve.
Hopeful, about the year ahead,
but sad, about the last one's end.
Painted brilliantly by the artist's hand,
portraying a picture so simple,
yet so breathtaking.
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Tiger Feathers
PoetryJust a collection of poems. First is most recent, last is from years ago.
