With the moon's silver light and the stars shining in the sky
Here I am reading a book as the moon become my only light source. The night is silent and perfect for people looking for peace.
Why is it peaceful at night anyway?
Shouldn't people go out and enjoy the cold just like what they did in the sun? was the sun only thing sending them light?
Shall the moon be ignored and not see its beauty?
The only ones that enjoys the night was the crickets as they play a tune. The fireflies as they light the corners of the dark park.
Alone as I read the book I'm reading...
Alone I shall as I enjoy the cold and silent night the lake was sparkling as the moonlight made it more like flashing cameras...
The swans float around as they too enjoy the cold water of the silent night.
Here I stay awake finishing my book as I softly move the pages a content smile made its way into my lips as I admire the book. Occasionally looking at the beautiful scenery.
The silents the dark skies full of bright calm lights. The scenery is too much perfect. Its so beautiful. As the calm wind made the leaves of the trees sway and dance at the calm night.
For I am the moon's servant. I can never ignore its beauty.
As it stood high and mighty in the sky its lovely silver color ever so bright...
Its not even the best part. The nature is perfect, the scenery is also perfect but what was missing?
The thing missing is someone to enjoy the night with. Sometimes I don't need to talk to someone. I already have the moon to talk to.
The moon is the thing that does the silents. As it whisper sweet nothings in my ears while I read. Why would I worry on what people would think?
Not that they care. They know nothing on how sad and cold I am. I smiled as I replied to the moon's soft hum.
Call me crazy but atleast the moon is the only one that can see my pain and sufferings, my loneliness, my anger and my sorrow.
Thats why I even wonder why the night is silent. Its so silent you can hear a stone drop.
I guess the night is just perfect for someone to sacrifice themselves to the moon to ease their pain.
And to leave the cold cold world...
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inspiration story...(Completed)
Poesía"love is like photography you can easily develope it and make it into a memory." "being inspired made you want to write every piece of stories that made you remind yourself of that person you love." "when your with that person you love your wor...
