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.