Cool air falls around
me.
Smelling of playdo and,
nightime mixed.
The moon,
full and bright,
comes over the
hill.
Blue-gray at the top,
then orgne,
red, pink, and
then,
a sea of indigo.
The night sky inchantes
me.
House-hold lights flick,
on,
and the light wangs.
Shadows play with
the mind.
Bugs fly above,
harmlessly.
Stars pop out,
one, by, one.
Planes pass by,
loudly.
And all the while,
the moon,
rises
writen 3/29/10
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This journal holds all the poems I have writen. I dont just writen cuz that feels weird for some reason. I proabley have bad spelling but whatever. Although they're not like a poem but at the sometime they are...but whatever. =) Enjoy!
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