
I walk in the night, under the moon
Gathering my thoughts, in the dark
But he sets in the sky, much too soon
I need him, to create that spark
The one that keeps me writing
When I don’t think I have another word
The one, who makes things exciting
Yes, he calls me his little night bird
Until sun comes up, without discussion
Making the darkness fade swiftly away
I feel nothing, just moonstruck repercussions
When I have to deal with the light of day
February Writing Prompt: Moonstruck Repercussions – Day 6/28
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