She looked at the moaning sky
Plain and dark
As shiny as silk/velvet
Yet gloomy as the ocean
The moon was hidden
Found to be nowhere
The wind kept blowing
In search of its moon
Not even a star
Shared her twinkle
She kept on glaring
Waiting for the moon
To be in front of her
Oh pretty little girl
Was she not aware
She was sitting on the moon
Sometimes without even realising that we already have what we need inside of us we wait looking for things to be appear from the outside.
We often forget to identify what we are.
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PoetryA collection of my poems. For the love of words and poetry. It's all about beautiful words with a touch of love. Hope you all will like them. Vote Comment And share with your loved ones Thank you 😊
