Late at night, moon is out.
Twinkling like jewelry.
Sweeping skirts, spinning gowns.
Dancing girls 'round the sun.
Music is frolicking.
Shy constellations glow.
Night is galactical,
elegant, magical.
Young at heart, old in age.
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I can't sleep poetry
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry. Not all of it was written in the middle of the night but what was is horrible. I hope you enjoy the good poetry in here though!
