The Valley of the Moon
A bright white light,
On a crisp, clear night,
Shadows hide the forest from sight,
In the Valley of the Moon.
The bright white light
Banishes the fright,
Children dance, full of flight,
In the Valley of the Moon.
On a crisp clear night,
By that bright white light,
You just might catch sight,
Of the Valley of the Moon.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoetryAll original poems by me that I've dug up from who-knows where and decided to do something with. Some are funny, some are dark, some are deep, and some are just a whole new level of random. Enjoy.
