The moon is my friend. She calls me at night. She shows me her feelings, by the fracture of light. When I look, into the sky and see her (full moon) great light. She tells me, she's glowing with red/orange light. Her husband - the sun has treated her right, just look at me glowing! I am the queen of the night.
Some times, when I see her (the moon) she's a half, then a quarter. When I shout out her name. She tells me; don't bother! She tells me her husband (the sun) is cheating on her with limited light . My glow is now fractured, my mood grim tonight.
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Author:
The BlackShakespeare (
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Lovely writing 🙂 I like the thoughts in this ... the sun and moon ... husband and wife , feeling sad for the moon . Great poem )
self-confidence is a wonderful trait to cultivate,
thanks for sharing
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