Cloudy Moon

Grey and Navy Skies

By NikkiPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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A Full moon

Full in Bloom

I can't wait to get out of my room

Get on the move

To meet him in the dark of night

I bring him closer into the moon light

I turn from sight as he brightens

Yellow haze illuminating from his body

I'm hazy from the navy blue sky

Why

He's in on time

Always on time because you are mine.

Shimmer illuminates my eyes

Closer and closer this time

She doesn't understand why

It can be

Clouding my vision once again

Make it clear

No more wasted tears

Believe in me

Or believe in we

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T. Lichtabout a year ago
The rhyming here creates a great rhythm. Beautiful poem

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