Orange and full
As it was that night
As beautiful as it was bright
Shining in its brilliant glory
As if it has an untold story
Hanging in the sky
And we start to question why
Gazing into it's beautiful, smiling face
Making us feel as if it's a race
Climbing slowly into the night
Losing the orange as if putting up a glowing fight
Growing more brilliantly
More clear and white
Shining in its glorious might
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Poems by Me
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've done in the past. Trigger Warning!! Might be some graphic sections.
