15 by 18 and Under We Go

The sun is never tired

When melody of prelude chide

Swaying a decade and five

Changes thy lonely life

The poet started to write

in the beauty of the light

Yet the days in the sun

The moon started to run

Light fell into the abyss

Deep down, the poet missed

The shade had come-t'was too late

Ending at decade and eight

~Astraea

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Astraeaa.
"Yet the days in the sun
The moon started to run
Light fell into the abyss
Deep down, the poet missed
The shade had come-t'was too late
Ending at decade and eight"
The above lines are so true. We learn after, what we really needed. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Astraeaa]

Thank you❤️

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.