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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The beauty of nature at night, all within one poem.

Submitted: March 24, 2017

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Submitted: March 24, 2017



The tide whirls in a furious blast,

The raging winds reveal the past.

Harsh words whispered with a tiny ring

Indignant speakings of an ancient king.

Moonbeams shimmering, glimmering down

Upon the road lays a rusted crown.

The trees gossip of tales long to last.

Rivers rushing, melodic songs slip past.

Soft grass bowing before the feet of beasts

A large place with which takes place many feasts.

As the sun raises its crested head,

The moon goes down and lies to bed.

And with it goes the quiet and calm,

With the sun’s rising disappears a healing balm.

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