MOONSHINE:
shining like glitter,
making elevation beautiful,
reflecting like a mirror and lighting the way when natures dark,
a rocky but beautiful ball of gray in a midst of black and blue.
an accessorie to the stars and clouds.
streaming brightness over my rooftop,
devine.
WINDS:
The strong, powerful breeze blows
shaking every light object.
A gentle windstorm,
flowers bow to kiss the cheek of it,
ease by me, then send chills down the backs of the leaves.
Blowing slow.
Steady.
_____age 13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, very beautiful mature poem for a thirteen year old to write, keep it up! : D xXx