Clouds glow soft pink, dark blue
There is light, but no moon can be seen
A strange sort of half-light
that darkens upon further scrutiny.
You know the moon is full
But it hides behind a cluster of clouds
deigning to be silent and furtive in the dead of night.
And then what is the moon?
Only a rock
a reflection of light that is not its own.
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2 comments:
This is a very spur-of-the-moment poem, kind of stream of consciousness, in a way. So I guess I could edit it quite a bit.
Any suggestions?
my god maria, even when u dont try u still write something good. i hav 2 say this isnt your best piece, but it is still a lot better than others ive seen in my life. this is good for a kind of rambleing. u should try 2 fix it a little ans then it would be really good.
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