I watch the lovely indigo blue sky,
And I can't help but wonder why
Why does the sun shine so bright,
When the moon tries with all its might,
To share the spot light at night,
While the sun takes up all the light
The sight of the moon oh so soft,
Yet you can't look at the sun, it's just that hot
Though the sun may be brighter,
The moon raises my spirits much higher
And while I rest for hours,
Under the moon that's ours
I stare at the stars,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of Mars
And when that fateful day may come,
I wish to rest upon a Bed Of Moonlight
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The Poems Of Me
PoezjaPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
