one night the moon made the choice to finally take her
it shone upon her sad existence
like it had never seen anything so tragic
and sad
it illuminated that girl with all of its light
but she was already consumed by inner darkness
the moon was eager
was trying to understand what made her so fractured
so wounded
that one day that girl woke up in the arms of infinitive stars
floating next to planets and cosmic wonders
finally
she could rest
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Poems at Midnight
PoetryMy moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the...
