Moon Child

by oddi tea   Mar 14, 2007


Off she flew
one starry night.
Flying high
out of sight.

Over the moon
a nimble plea,
Her own voice
was the key.

So she stood
straight and tall,
Little she could
know at all.

Now she leaves
and doesnt look back.
Locking the keys
hiding the rack.

And off she flew
one starry night.
Flying hight
out of sight.

Over the moon
a nimble plea.
Her own voice
was the key.

{ I have had writters block on this poem for soo long, I still cant find a good title for it, if you have any ideas, let me know please ^_^}

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  • 16 years ago

    by MischieviousMya

    Your title could be "Over The Moon" lol. i liked the whole concept! well written =]].

  • 16 years ago

    by Becca

    I likeee it
    :]
    a 5!

  • 16 years ago

    by Katie Avans

    HEY KARL!!!! i saw the myspace thing u posted bout ur poems and got an account also! kool huh! lol but yea luv the poem !!!! keep 'em coming (knowing u they will anyways!!!)