shield me from the sun,
his guidance never waivers.
his flowers grow
amongst his people.
however, this grandeur does not impress me,
the moon is my light,
and I shall not burn.
my skin is pale and cold,
and devoid of any life,
but I've never felt so alive
than right now,
in the night.
what music we make!
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๐ฆเพเฝฒโ๐ช๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฆเพเฝฒ (
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- Comment from author about the poem: be sure to coat up on your sunscreen this summer and stay hydrated!!
- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
Day and night such contrast literally and metaphorically. Lovely
thanks for reading!
Excellent write
thanks!
You're welcome
A sense of someone feeling happier and safer at night, probably completely wrong, enjoyed the read, nicely done
thank you!
You are very welcome
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