The moon
The moonlight reflected on my face
Illuminating,
My raven hair soaking up the silver glow
My chocolate eyes smiling at the stars.
My pen like a river
Flowing,
The paper a river bank
The moon my muse
A single tear coming from my face
Falling,
My finger a bucket
My feelings a culprit
The world is my glove
Comforting,
My heart is my warmth
The moon is my light
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