“The bright stars battle the moon, which hovers above the dark wavy canvas./
Ripples strike the water, taking over the world.”
Poem One
The bright stars battle the moon, which hovers above the dark wavy canvas.
Ripples strike the water, taking over the world. A skipped rock, almost pulled by the light current, washes over the reflection of sand against the water. The pretty sight washes away suddenly, late for an eternity of sleep.
Poem Two
I imagine skies
Draped over my windowpane
Just like a blackbird
Poem Three
Like stars through windows
I unravel the night sky
From my blue powers
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