Just a small poem

Rose113

When the glowing moon turns to murky shadows...
The mischevious dangerous thoughts come to life...
The silence coming alive as everything around is dusk...
Silohuettes of people all in the same boat...
When you need someone to hold...
Let all darkness turn to stone...
Find your person to call peace...
And you place to call home...

lunarcat522

Lovely poetry as always @Rose113 I love the imagery!

amy02

Thanks for sharing with us @Rose113

sinead276

a beautiful poem @Rose113

Former Member

That's lovely, @Rose113 ! Thank you for sharing this with us