The moon has a way,
of illuminating my magic.
My grief, sorrow, and pain
Let free in her silvery grace.
She protects me,
With her endearing heart,
And night after night,
I become her loving follower
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My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
