The Moon
It’s beautiful
Isn’t it?
Most people
Talk about
The sunrise
But I like the moonlight
I like the moonlight because
The moon comes out
At night
And when it’s night
It’s dark
I don’t like it because it’s dark
I like it because the moon lights up
This dark world
The nighttime
Is the darkness in this world
But the moon is
That little bit of good that’s left
All that is left to say is
I promise
There is still good out there
You just haven’t quite
Found it
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Author:
Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 14th, 2024 11:10
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written by my now 23 year old granddaughter when she was in highschool. I\\\'ve kept it along with a couple more in a folder, and reorganizing my work space I came upon it again. I felt I just had to put it out there. Hope you enjoy it.
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