People always talk
About the lone wolf
Staring at the moon,
But what about the lone moon
Staring at the wolf.
The moon is a beauty
Hidden in the dark
From the silent of the night
Until the morning lark.
They watch it, wait for it, behind a forest of trees.
It glows, and it passes, through the star-speckled sky
Until one day it doesn't just cycle with ease.
It fades away and no one bothers to ask why.
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Flowers in the Night
PoesíaWell this is just a bunch of random poetry. Stuff might get slightly dark, but for the most part, it has a good message. It's kinda just whatever I think of. Feel free to read when you're bored or just want some stuff to think about.
