In A Moonbeam

Moonbeams fall on satin page
Writing as the days end falls
Now there is no room for rage
As night and darkness calls

Another day has closed its doors
The sun has now gone to rest
So I will write the days final score
A history to which time will attest

I lay my pen and watch the sky
As the stars wink and blaze
And I stare in wonder; never why
I am here to witness these days

Stoic Poetry

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