Once Upon A Starry Night

Once Upon A Starry Night short poem

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Those eyes
Like light in the dark nights
As brown as the wet land,
Spreaded far and wide
In the moon lit night,
I saw them shinning so bright
I wanted to ask, to whom they belong
But in my heart I had a fright
I saw them from far away
As I slowly fell into their sight
I saw them fading away
I ran after them,
Not caring if its wrong or if its right
I tried to follow,
But got lost in the dark night
When I no longer saw them
Tears of pain, my heart cried
My feelings overflowed,
No matter how much I tried to hide
“Wake up” A voice whispered,
I awoke and saw right into those eyes
Shinning like stars,
And ever so bright
Then I remembered I had found them,
Near the everchanging tide
Now I know they are forever mine
Knowing this my grieving heart,
No longer cried.

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