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Tuesday, January 10, 2006


a poem I wrote

* *Night* *

The bright, pale bright moon rises over the horizon.
It dimly lights the earth.
I love sleeping under the pale moonlight.
Under the billions of stars.
They carry me away to the place of wild imagination.
It’s very clam,
And very quiet at night.
If you get the chance to away from it all.
All the street and house lights.
You can see the sky painted with stars.
Painted with complex galaxies and planets.
Even shooting stars.
There’s one now.
I made a wish.
I wished that every night was just like this one.

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