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A poem I just wrote minutes ago.
The half moon so dull and bright, Hangs over the heavy, gloomy skies. A mere reflection of what is true, A poor show of summer's delight. Shrouded like the world's end, It nears the dawn of something bright. The future I cannot foretell, Thus the uneasy task I must fulfill - To trust in forces that test our will. |