The brilliance of day fades to
dark of night,
I'm sitting alone by the riverside,
The lone moon watches me in
its pale light,
with my old notepad & pen alongside.
I love writing poetry in the moonlight,
yet words just seem to evade me tonight.
My pieces just don't sound right,
despite attempts to rewrite.
Crushed papers pile up at my side,
as frustration wells up inside.
Silently I ask the moon, what has gone wrong?
But behind the clouds, she has
slowly withdrawn.
©solitude47
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