when dusk sets in
and night follows
they all prepare to wind down
and go to bed
but for me
i prepare to wake up
and i wonder
just what makes me so productive
at those hours
i think it's the moon
but then she disappears for a day
and i still get things done
so i think it's the stars
but they're covered in clouds
and i still get things done
then i realize
it's the dark
dark night just works well for a
dark soul-moonlightpoetgirl
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Moonchild
PoetryPoetry written under the moonlight. Please read it and comment, if you can relate! Thank you.