The Moon

The moon shimmers like a silver ball
A bright torch that glimmers in my darkened hall

My shape can change alot
Sometimes I am full and fat...and sometimes I am not
But rest assured
You will see all the shapes that I have got

I float across the blackened sky
And in the morning I say goodbye

by Grace convery

Comments (2)

I liked it heheh it was a nice poem bout the moon in the sky rite? ? ? -lol-
Grace- this is beautiful. -shannon