The Moon
The night,
Might be dark,
But the moon fills it with light,
Making it glorious, in this scary bark.
The moon,
With these twinkling stars,
Plays a different tune,
Making me watch even from behind the bars.
This is magic,
And I am a part of it,
This is aesthetic,
Making me run, not sit.
I ran so fast,
To see the beautiful sky,
Like a blast,
I flew like, an eagle fly.
This moon,
Showed me the way,
And I will be out soon,
But I just want to stay.
Copyright © Pahul Singh | Year Posted 2022
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