"brilianc" poems
The Moon is mild
As the Sun is wild.
The Sun isn't dark,
The Moon shines and glimmers,
Yet in a manner still, still...
Stark.
The Sun is weak,
The Moon is meek.
Together the rotation is a celestial compromise.
The Sun shines upon the evil and the atrocities that take place in the day,
As the Moon hangs in the shadows it will stay.
The Moon glows modestly over all of the vice people flock to for their life to have a little spice.
As the Sun believes and shines in the brilianc of truth and candor,
The Moon reflects in the reservations people share, as they refuse the truth and always take a dare.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC