I am not a star
I am set aglow by rays of gold from God's sun himself
A lunar princess
Crescent shaped, misaligned from my King
Barren night skies surround
No stars to bask in my warmth nor reflect my majesty
About the Creator
Moni Schex
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
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