A full moon- ‘old poem’.



A full moon in the deadest of nights, 

quiet and peaceful,

no-one in sight, 

the stars are glittering like jewels in the sky, 

staying faithfully by the moon, 

a companion to the eye. 


The buildings around us all at ease, 

people are sleeping,

dreaming to please, 

tossing and turning in their warm beds, 

thinking of a brighter tomorrow,

but here I am lying in a field on the dirty floor,

gazing at the stars that I so much adore,

without a care in the world,

I’m so at ease,

lying here under the mid-night’s sky with no-one to please. 


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