Moon

The moon. I see it. It shines. Then,

it starts to go away. All too

soon, there is total darkness. A

while passes. The moon returns.

The moon. I see it. It shines.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This, like all other poems in this folder, were written by me when I was 12 years old, and half the time, they make no sense. You'll realize as you move on to my more recent poetry, is a lot better.

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