The moon pale...

The moon pale and timid
In a bad of stars
Lie under,
The sheet of clouds.

Stand up.
Reflecting shyly.
The light on the sea.
Is a good night for dreaming?

Into the Soft mind
Dry, arid of thoughts
Dreams
Overpopulate

Hide design
By the night
When the time goes by.
Before the new day arrives.

poem by Luca Menin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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