I'm a college student pursuing a major in English, and I'm very passionate about poetry. I've been writing since I was thirteen, and I still do -unfortunately most poems nowadays are written in my mother tongue rather than in English, : P
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At Night [old Poem]
Beside the pale, gentle moon
There shone a single radiant star,
Etched in the night of somber hue.
As I looked up a mighty swoon
Came over me, for so very far
Stood the star in the dark blue...
So lofty to me it seemed,
More beautiful than I could endure.
At length it spoke, and I understood,
Or was it that I only dreamed?
'Tis very hard now to be sure,
Now that its voice is gone for good.
But I heard it speak -so softly- to me,
In me awoke true love through kindness:
I thought I'd found what I still seek.
Then, in a fleeting mist of ...