Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Gold

Sunsets turn into motion filled nights
Life is much better, under the moon light
The man in the moon grinning at me
As long as he's out, I know I can see
Stars begin shooting like birds taking flight
Wish what you want, but wish for whats right
Mysterious calmness falls upon thee
Like creatures in the night, so wild and free
A heart of gold will never grow old
It takes what it has, and knows what its told
This poem is about something I love
The night, the moon, and the stars up above

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