There is a mystery about her
That even at night she casts shadows;
You'll find her playful as well as kind,
No other friend in the dark to find.
She's out when it's too early for bed,
When the lights are on and the sun has fled;
Her face smiles with a soft silver glow,
Her breath you'll feel as the night winds blow.
She invites you to join her in play,
To have some fun at the end of a day;
That you may smile in your dreams tonight,
And in the morn get up fresh and bright.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: May a summer poem help ease the unseasonably warm weather.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard, Aradhya
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Comments3
Good write CB.
Thank you orchidee.
So beautifully written, such a personality you've given this glorious moon. It is my routine to bid her goodnight before I go to bed, and good morning when I step out for my walk. Love the moon, absolutely love this poem, such a fav.
Cheer Bella, thanks for your kind words.
this is so cool crypticbard it would be sheer lunacy to suggest otherwise ..
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