The night it calls to me
The bright stars filled with wonder
The moon has no question or doubt
The clouds flying past without any care
The waves of the sea longing to stay
The wind bringing chills but comfort
The ice clinging for life as it drips
The snow melting slowly to forget the pain
The night is light but filled with tragedy
The night is comfort but has grief
The night is everything but also is nothing
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Author:
Ashley25 (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2024 14:47
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Comments3
Nice poem
This is okay.Well written.Very thoughtful. Well done
I enjoyed that a lot , well done
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