The moon protects me at night,
its light a comforting guide.
But when it hides, I wonder
“has it lost its way?”
Then it peeks out at me,
gleaming,
illuminating the world
with gentle grace.
© Her Poetic JourneyThe moon protects me at night,
its light a comforting guide.
But when it hides, I wonder
“has it lost its way?”
Then it peeks out at me,
gleaming,
illuminating the world
with gentle grace.
© Her Poetic Journey