I
Beauty was always a part of natural wonders
It is a gentle aspect, appreciation
Beauty is why creativity still wanders
It never seeks attention but true admiration
II
Every dot on the free midnight sky is lovely
Each spark is out of the flow, yet so fittingly
What more is the shy and expressive clear blue moon?
So sweet that I sometimes wish morning won't be soon
III
I look at the moon in awe of its calm phases
Sometimes I see shadows, then others I see glows
Whenever I tried to follow with my paces,
I get blown back each time Luna's new feature shows
IV
I don't seek for a happily ever after,
Not for someone who stays consistent hereafter,
I love one like the moon and it's capriciousness
She won't stop changing, shaping beauty from each mess
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Voiceless Poetry
PoetryDrops of rain fall in my ambience Flooding me and my existence Tears trickle down but fails to drop Voice unheard, never yields to stop Poems are verse to let out thoughts In each line is beauty of thoughts In each word is wonder of thoughts It drai...
