The Moon
I look up and see the Moon
In all its splendor and beauty
Sleek and gentle like a mother's croon
And I thank God for his ingenuity
I can feel the wind on my skin
I can see the light from the Moon shining down
And all the places I have been
Could never compare to the beauty of the Moon's crown
As I lay here
Under the Moon's light
I know I can't bare
To lose this night
But like all good things
It must come to an end
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Cody Koehn
Well first things first, I suffer from crazy and weird syndrome. Its self-inflicted. I enjoy Poetry very much and to me Poetry is more than just words, its an Idea, and according to V from V For Vendetta "Idea's are bulletproof." I have always enjoyed things that bring inspiration to me and others and Poetry is just that. I love making new friends. So here is my email: [email protected]. And also if you want to find me on Facebook: Cody Koehn. Send me a message or friend me on Facebook. If you have any questions on my style of writing and/or I am very open to suggestions on how to improve my poetry. Thank you for reading and I hope to hear from some of you guys. And feel free to give me any feedback on my poems. Till then, keep writing your own story guys!
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