Moon Fly Poems

I love the end of the day,
when the sun want to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face.

 

The...

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Above the moon and stars 
come fly with me 
like Peter Pan and Wendy 
in a fairytale land 
let's dream 
for just 
a moment...

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See them crawling all over the ceiling
Pointing their slender anther in the air,
Their bugling eyes covered in a pound of flesh 
Waiting to plunge to...

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What is the noise I hear,  
could it be a loud cheer?  
Oh no my dear,  
we must leave and go the...

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I wish I could touch the sky,
So high and high and high.
I wish I could capture the moon,
Taut and firm in my room.

I wish I...

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The bright blue sky and white fluffy clouds,
are slipping far away.
The day is coming to a close,
and it is now their bedtime.
Very soon the huge...

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My garden comes alive at night,
many flowers do not bloom by day.
In the middle of the night, 
my garden is in full swing.
The Blue Bells are...

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There are many kinds of writes,  
some write wonderful songs.  
Their words will make you sing along,  
the music will keep running...

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The black velvet sky,  
with diamond dancing stars.  
The full moon,  
shining brightly.  
Morning awaits,   
sun bursting into color....

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I want to fly
To the high hill of a mile
Where even the sun can't find me,
The moon can't hide in 
Somewhere very close to the...

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Our sky is filled with beauty,                                       ...

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The day is coming to a close,                  ...

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Like fireflies glimmering, glistening
Tempting the night with their intimate kisses,
Robins and wrens, breathless wings dancing
Waltzing in the wind, swaying and twirling
Erasing every doubt of falling...

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Drifting through the skies,
Alone, she always flies
Where no one else can go
Across the mountains, 
Where the winds blow…

On soft, downy wings
She soars, inspired by the...

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Come fly with me in my hot-air balloon.
We'll skim over mountain tops very high.
see golden sun replaced by silver moon
as stars weave tapestry in ebon...

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