Under the Moon

Light as the wind and smooth as it breezes, 

follow the patterns of my own belifs.

Nauture is beaustiful, yet wicked and wild,

human nauture can be cruel and wonderdful.

Watch the time that turns so slowly,

everything goes within a second of blinking.

New life breathes inside of my old bones,

transforming the unchangeable ways of me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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