It was beautiful.
A beam of light.
But not just any light...
Moonlight.
I wanted to hold It
like It held me,
But I knew It would leave me.
I cried,
Pleaded for It not to go,
But It'll be back tomorrow...
Right?
It won't be the same.
It'll change.
Maybe for the better,
Maybe It'll hold someone else,
But I loved It.
And It illuminated my lonely world.
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Author:
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when you have learnt and managed to visualize your dreams like writing stunning poem like this then you must hold those dreams closer to your heart and soul closer than you have ever held anything before. hold them tight enough and through time you will eventually see through the smokey clouds and begin to reveal a beautiful you and your dreams. quite a little touching poem.
I can feel a connection with this piece and it's an extremely good poem
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