Dark Moon

Dark Moon short poem

The sky turns a darker hue as the storm clouds roll by
The pale moon quietly peeps as the earth turns quiet
The leaves whimper as the wind passes them by
The cold makes him shiver as he makes his way
through the weary woods at night
I wait for him patiently, he approaches stealthily
But I can still make out his dark silhouette in the pale moonlight.

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The imagery of your poem is such a treat! The cold night reaches the reader one line after the other. @Priyanka_Mullick hope to read more wonderful verses from you.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

The one who waits knows what presages the coming. Part of the thrill in a tryst is the waiting. Enjoyed the poem.


loved it..


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