Pale Moon
The shape is round and pale like a snowball hanging between the skyscrapers underneath there is an endless traffic that i could never comprehent What they looking for Lastnight the moon was there…
pale-sick-dying is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 1 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees pale-sick-dying in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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