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On a warm full moon night,
wrapped in a soft, golden glow,
She asked the universe for help
in letting go of what no longer nurtured her soul.
Before long, the silence from you became palpable.
At first, it stung, but by the time the new moon appeared,
She had come to embrace the peace that clarity brought.
She found a serene tranquility in the empty spaces, a calmness that soothes her soul.
She repeats this mantra, hoping to manifest, but sees no results.
Do her words need to align with her heart's desire?
Ilonka Mar 2019
I want to milk the sky,
and fill this empty bucket called soul
with more of light,

I want to milk the sky,
pour more happiness in your eyes
and when I dive into them
to come back blind,  
never see reality as it is
just see the light,

I want to milk the sky,
and tell the moon not to ever cover the sun,
their ending love should be the sacrifice
for us selfish beings,
a last sacrifice
to stop the darkest dark
and get the never ending light.
My first poem on Hello Poetry.
Hope you like it:)
Brenna Janes Mar 2019
The moon is a loyal companion
Sitting up listening to me cry
Comforting me until I fall asleep.
Sometimes I talk to the moon
I once built a ladder to the moon
To deposit my heartbreak among the stars
I gathered the slivers, the shards and dust
Then piled it there on the moon to rust
Next to a flagpole that never was
Under the brilliance of a blazing sun

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