Day Changes: To Night - Poem by TheSilent Loudness
This morning when I left my room, which was decorated with bottles and messes,
I went outside at half past noon and the sun turned to moon as I passed it.
I found this peculiar for never before had such an occurrence took place
I threw my keys to lock the door, throwing a smile to all but one's face.
The moon, as she claims, is timid yet calm and refuses to actually be seen
When she is secretly livid and the lines on her palm turn to circles as endless they seem.
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