Moonlight
NorthernPhoenixIt softly shines down through the skies,
The moonlight on the snow
And listens to the silent cries
Made on the dust below.
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It seems aloof from us of dust,
But is that really so?
For down she shines from worlds we trust
Upon the earth below.
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Its light, not bright, is soft and pale,
A sweet and silver glow.
She guides us through our twisted trail
We mortals here below.
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The softest voice can scarce be heard
As many here should know.
The smallest voice that can’t be heard
Belongs to us below.
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The darkness presses ever near
Here in this world of snow.
Be not afraid—hope will appear
And come to us below.
Author Notes: One of the few poems I've written that actually has any form of structure. Thanks for reading!
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