Dancing through the edge of the night,
Up above the black starless sky,
Circling at the waning moon,
Laughing because I'm so high.
Careful with the frizzy light,
And witness how a rock illuminate
Instantly and forever, across
The land of which I perspire,
And there lies a special dome
The thing I called home.
--
@Bad Storm I'm not comfortable writing this kind of poem but I think I did well this time.
A poem about how I imagine my night.
Night Land
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[The Great Swimming Panda], Male
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