By George’s Girl 2025
Moonlight and Roses
The moon hangs quiet, soft and round,
A golden coin without a sound.
A crimson rose stands tall and deep,
Its petals secrets dare to keep.
The night’s cool breath, a silent tune,
Plays soft beneath the watchful moon.
A whispered glow, a darkened sky,
And roses dream though stars drift by.
No tangled words, just night and bloom—
The moon, the rose, the quiet gloom.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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