The Moon
The moon peers down during the night.
Little children full of fright.
Lights that burn ever so bright.
Cliques starting a fist fight.
A lonely, begrimed red kite.
The moon prays for the world tonight.
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One of my earlier poems.
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The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoesíaSo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
