Melancholy
Silence makes a home in the soul
Expression is lost
No way to escape
Grasping in the dark
There’s no hand to take
Livelihood has left
Like a lover scorned
The hand you must grasp
Is that of your own.
Queen Moon
I can feel a dampness in the air so smooth, I can almost feel that moonlight stare. The brightest light the dark defines, the moon is queen of the midnight sky. She sits up tall on her airy throne, lighting up the darkest places ever known. The stars beside her form her royal court, glitter and twinkle in her support.
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