COMPARE THIS WITH witlessdatingafterfifty’s post about the moon!



I see moon up there
In the really dark night
It’s Sunday
I am alone in my room
I read story about anything
Love story, mystery, and adventure
Like I haven’t owned my living
I see the moon and the shaking trees
The wind was too strong, I can’t take the flight immediately
But I am a stubborn blackheaded girl
I wear the witch’s hat, and all items in black
I made friend with the crows and take flight every night
Usually flow with the wind in the dark skies
Through the window, I see people
Dancing, talking, sleeping
In a happy ending, yellow light room
But I sit on the branch of tress
Watching them all, thinking
Writing about how I am so lonely here

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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