The Moon Poem by Methmi Mandara
The Moon
I was at the balcony so high
A golden plate shines bright above the sky
Even it's beam fell on to me
Oh, could you tell me? Can I come to you and be free?
Wolves are howling at the plate, shine bright
That plate gives me a golden sight
Waiting for you, or I'll come to meet
I'm waiting for the moon down by the street
I hope to see other new poems that so much great than this one .you will be the greatest poet
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4/23/2024 8:57:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poem is stunning I like that the way you handle words .I hope to see a good poet, one day .