I love these nights, when I can see the moon out of my window, with wispy clouds adoring it. It's at these times that I wish that I could write poetry. But I leave that to the ones that honestly can.
So, to all of you poets out there, pen me one about the moon please?
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The moon's the heart of night
drawing the darkness into its arms
giving it shadow without giving light
giving it reason to show its splendor
leaving a curtain of dark to hide under.
TADA! It took me a total of thirty seconds to write, it's 11 and I have homework, and I hope you have comment moderator on so that you enjoy it for yourself alone and don't publish it.
Dang. Comment moderator isn't on.
And I forgot to write a line that rhymes with "arms."
This is how much I love you, Bethie.
I love you more Grace. (and I just emailed you if you didn't see it).
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