All is quiet
nothing stirs,
except for the girl up with the moon.
Slumber doesn't reach her
just barely out of her grasp.
Shivering,
counting the hours,
till she pretends to wake up with the rest.
For she can't sleep,
no matter how cold,
it's just her.
She is alone.
Alone up with the moon,
waiting to find sleep.
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Creations From a Genuine Heart
PoesíaWhen a genuine heart speaks, its words resonate deep in the hearts of others. For, one must become their true self to have a genuine heart. Poetry and music is the genuine heart's language and gift to the world.
