Dreaming of moments to become reality, than figments of blooming thoughts.
Swirling around wondering, if the unlucky times that dance across the naked moon.
Might sprout into lush elegant guardian flowers, protecting the once lifeless moon.
From the suffocating, darkness that gazes from a distance.
Watching the flowers that shine, bringing the moments of dreams alive.
That were once figments of someone's hopes.
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Poem's of many things
PoetryHey everyone I am back with more poems about things and some feelings I hope you all will enjoy them thanks and their might be some short story's in it peace out guys
