Pale moonlight shines on the rooftops of the sleeping.
Silent, Peaceful.
A moment of bliss captured in the palm of my hand.
Please let this moment never be forgotten,
when even the most evil of souls sleep blissfully unaware of their surroundings.
Rain begins to fall, the ghostly moonlight capturing the tear shaped drops
Shimmering, glittering
Lulling even the most sleepless to sleep, they sigh as their tired heads hit the soft feathered pillow
forgetting all their worries and troubles, they drift away silently.
The rain stops, leaving a pleasant glimmer, which accompanied by the white light of the moon,
is really a sight to behold.
Silence.
2 comments:
awwww
don't put that as the title, it's really nice.
you poet, you :)
Thanks =]
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