Stargazeing Poem by Matthew B.Star

Stargazeing

Rating: 5.0


I sit on the cliff, under the stars and moon, at night. In the forest free of polluting noises, I hear a familiar sound, I turn.
I see the muscular shape of my Conrad, a silhouette against the moon. he mutters a small sound, it is time to go.
I stand, we start on the journey home.

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