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A Poem by Amata Luna

...beloved, beloved, beloved Moon

Amata Luna, beloved moon
A song  within, among the gloom
A light to darkness
Though sometimes dim
Beloved, be loved, who loved the moon
Who makes it shine but the sun's own glow?
Who makes its beauty but its rock flaws?
Who makes it move but though it stays?
Who makes it be loved but those awake?
That's how the moon as white as snow
Brings life to night and night to grow
Sometimes it smiles or break the miles
When shadows gloom in all its sides 
That's when you see a writer's pen
Weaving words and phrases and verses to ken
That's when you see imaginations fly
All you have to do is catch its cry

© 2012 Amata Luna

Author's Note

Amata Luna
I write poems not because I want to rhyme, sound good or seem like poetic. I write poems because there are things where stories are not enough to convey my thoughts. Where right grammar is not enough to really show how I feel. Where rules seems null and words just seem perfect to show things. Where the limit lies beyond the skies, and where a writer's inspiration really lies... :)

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Added on January 9, 2012
Last Updated on January 9, 2012


Amata Luna
Amata Luna

I write when something brings me to it. I write when somebody pushes me into it. I write when things are sad and when things are not. I write when I'm inspired. To inspire, I write. To share is to wri.. more..

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A Poem by Amata Luna