The night,
Oh what splendour we face when
The dark hours dawn.
The galliant moon;
A watchful eye, a faithful, guiding friend.
The stars in their everlasting brightness,
Watching mortals make the same mistakes
Over and over.
The blanket of black
Tucking elements of the night in,
The base of our sky
In those midnight hours.
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Poems
Poesía*CONTINUOUS* Although I have no stories published on here yet, I write poetry too. I'm a better writer, I think, but sometimes I get ideas and poetry is an easier, more short-term solution to get those ideas out so I started poetry. I will add more...
