She was sitting on the deck
Staring up the stars
With a dazed look on her face
The night air filled with a symphony of howls
As she bares her heart to the Moon
A promise, she remembered
Stuck in the thousand o radiant arrows
The Moon caresses her skin
The wind lingers on her lips
Just as the Dark is enthralled by her beauty
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryCollection of varieties of poems. I'll be sharing poems that I've written over the years. It consists of varieties of genres and topics.
