Metaphor Poem

Poem About Seeing What People Are Really Like

When I go out at night you can see how everybody is, not the neat school version where you can easily blend in or get lost in the swarm of children.

This poem is about how the night shows the truth, the golden suns gone and it takes it rays with it, you see what people are really like. You get to know them better and you connect on a level that you can only explain in certain words.

You never forget nights like that.

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Midnights Calling

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Published: December 2013

First moons light
Darkness is bright.

Silvers reflects pure
Gold is no more.

Diamonds will shine
This night will be mine.

The memories it holds
Be forever untold.

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