No close friends here, I pour alone,
If the Sun and Moon should doubt,
And a star or two beside,
In little rivulets of light,
Huntress of the silver bow,
Now bright fickle and strange,
Sweet regent of the sky,
And then I will tell you a tale,
Fair queen of night!
Mother of light!
Falls to the ground,
Or even dies.
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Poetry Collection
PoezjaThe collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adole...
