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Poems of Moon
#41
Tale of the sun and the moon

Wind blows across the mountains
bending the trees along its way
with the sun setting down
to rest after a long day

Her golden glow turns carmin shade
pulling the light out of the sky
yet still some must pervade
otherwise only darkness would remain

Little sparks of life yet unknown
in death of the night prevail
For the voyage of the moon they wait
till time beckons for them to set sail

Stream of silvery light lining the path
the moon follows to never stray
for it is afraid of the past
and past it shall forever stay

memory begs to be forgotten
but eyes of the beholder tell the tale
of the distance between the sun and the moon
of their radiant glow that turned pale

Every fire and flame will succumb
the gluttonous dark will consume all in its path
where life started there will be an end
The moon knew too late and gave into its wrath

And the moon turned, hid from the light
wanted to shine on its own but could not
She tried to take the shine as her own
but it was given to the sun and the sun alone

For her to share but keep safe as well
only she could hold the precious flame
but the moon blinded in fury and greed refused
the dark seeped into her soul and fused

No longer was the moon there only nightmare remained
fed with anger and pain and so much blame
Now only a shadow of the silvery dame
Thus the sun took a step that filled her with shame

She set the light free to burn away what shouldn't be
with tears she watched the ashen soul wither away
with cries that begged the life itself
The sun did not move for seven nights until the final day

Only then did she look up towards the sky
where like a shadow a mirrored moon was seen
and it stayed until the time of the star from the north
Who listened to her heart and ventured forth

The moon set course to her voyage and the tale came to an end
but night will come back as will the day
but when light is no more will the darkness leave as well
will the sun make the same mistake and turn fey
Only the moon knows and in faith she will wait


♥There in the middle of meadow, right under the moon
there i saw a girl in dress like a star shinning blue♥

♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner
blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥

♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen
And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen
truly lost i have only been
in those eyes so serene♥


How are we to explain that We are not lonely to somepony who craves company?
Poems of Moon
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#42
Nádhera Heart Raritystarry Twilightsmile
Ponies are Love. Love is everything... We need to learn to share it...  Flutterryay

I Wish... I Hope... I Dream... I Pray... The Lights of Nibel will be Guiding mine Way...


"Nezabudni na všetky lekcie. Nielenže ti pomáhajú byť a zostať stále dobrým a láskavým človekom, ale aj si neprestávať vážiť okolia a všetkého toho, čo ti vždycky aspoň trocha rozžiari tvoj deň a dáva ti silu ísť stále ďalej a nikdy sa nevzdať... Stojí to vždy za to (aj pre úsmev a dobrý pocit - tie sú najkrajšie a sú zadarmo...)" -Joy144SK-
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#43
Glass of water
Let the river flow the wind whispered
in a matter more than despered
as if stars would fall and sun were to freeze
so grave and worried sounds the timid breeze

Let the water be, there's nothing more to it
don't stop nor bend the line of flow
let it be free, let it go on its own
and the water was no more, it was all a metaphore

In tower high above castle grounds
sits a pony of royal bounds
reading lines from book about life and time
pondering about its own time of prime

A glass of water waits on a desk close by
a thirst it hopes over course of time to satisfy
but the pony hasn't moved for hours straight
maybe tonight the glass's faith will be in vain

There's another pony hidden in frame of spruce
same as the reading mare but bound unable to cut loose
a reflection, looming presence only the mare can see
memory it is and memory it shall forever be

Page turned, chapter ended, book descended onto the desk
Mare streched, bones cracked and yawn escaped
It was late or maybe early, one could never tell
She took a step outside in nothing but a light blanket draped

A cold night's touch on a naked fur soothing to our mare
taking down the moon with sun raising to its place is all she can bear
stepping back in and falling into the bed
warmth enveloping with touch of samet

Eyes now shut accompanied with light breathing
And letting the mare of dreams be the one dreaming
let the sounds of morning not wake the nocturnal mare
let her rest in quiet and for another night prepare

Give her a moment, ages for you
for patience is the only truth
Time in cycles travelling fiend
uncatchable, from control weaned

And the glass will wait, till the mare wakes
when dry tongue will beckon the mare to sip
letting the glass steal a kiss of her lip
enjoying the little things is what living takes


♥There in the middle of meadow, right under the moon
there i saw a girl in dress like a star shinning blue♥

♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner
blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥

♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen
And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen
truly lost i have only been
in those eyes so serene♥


How are we to explain that We are not lonely to somepony who craves company?
Poems of Moon
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#44
Makes me wish to be that glass.
Fluttershy fan, Pinkie and Pinkamena lover und ze Soldier of the night.


The more things change, the more they stay the same (General  Shepherd, CoD MW2).
Except
war. War never changes. (Fallout 4).
And that's why every war is worse than war before.

TELEPORTOVAL JSEM CHLEBÁÁÁÁ
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