Moonlit Poetry

February 8, 2009
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Colors fade from the
Bright orange sky,
And the moon begins
To rise.
Casting silver glory
Over all in sight,
The shining orb
Sings into the night.
A unique poem
Of things shining bright
Graces our eyes
With glimmering light.
It's nights like this
I feel I could fly;
Spread my wings,
And begin to rise.

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swimstar28 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 24, 2010 at 9:15 pm
simple, but true! I love the meaning, and I love your style!
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