at times the moon’s made to feel empty,
like she’s missing a piece
for they say she’s waning, waxing, a crescent moon
but it’s all an optical illusion, she is complete
like the moon, we go through phases
sifting illusions from the truth
we’re not what we’ve accomplished
but what we’ve overcome
I really LOVE this poem Bravo! Bravo!
Thank you for reading and your SWEET comment. ☕️🥧🍩
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Haha this is cool, l alwayz thought our phazez were more like ghostz haunting and possessing us in the form of moodz haha what if the moonz really the giant skull of a fallen nature god?? And thatz why we only ever see the one side, coz her halo was our worldz sunrise/sunset and shez still connected, and all life is just her spirit spread owt az she hauntz our world ha and that why the moon affectz the tidez too😊
there are no wrong conceptz in this land of poetry haha