The moon 🌙

Moon

 A human squint 

with one eclipsed

And parted lip

A picture captured in a rarely mist

A prophecy came 

A prophecy went 

No one knows what it ment 

Lies were told and some truths 

It’s your job to take a look

Don’t behave like a book 

With mind so sharp 

And teeth so smooth

It’s safe to say it’s there is proof 

With minds so close and eyes wide open 

No one can see what’s been spoken 

An illusion is casted once few times 

Don’t be fooled, don’t be synthesised 

The moon light

The moon splits 

The moon reflects what is missed 

In the town where moon was used as a tool to know the phases of the month, to understand the phases of the year, the days passed, the sea levels and many other unspoken details;

A boy once promised to grow big and strong, and help those who were in need. He always wanted to increase his good deeds. He never failed to do what’s right, he carried on with his tasks thinking that he filled his flask. Soon later the boy realised he only promised others lies. He hated being of service and only promised to be noticed. He needed love, he needed care, so in turn he failed to care. His heart was only serving his ego, to carry the image of a hero. 

Under the moon lives many stories some are sweet, many are magical, some are filled with fables and tales, a lessons for everyone out there, one story at a time, to unfold the book of dim, a book so vast and large filled with glitter bubbles made of stars.

Dream big 

Sleep deep

Love hard 

Don’t be a sheep 

In the town where moon was used as a tool to know the phases of the month, to understand the phases of the year, the days passed, the sea levels and many other unspoken details;

A boy once promised to grow big and strong, and help those who were in need. He always wanted to increase his good deeds. He never failed to do what’s right, he carried on with his tasks thinking that he filled his flask. Soon later the boy realised he only promised others lies. He hated being of service and only promised to be noticed. He needed love, he needed care, so in turn he failed to care. His heart was only serving his ego, to carry the image of a hero. 

Under the moon lives many stories some are sweet, many are magical, some are filled with fables and tales, a lessons for everyone out there, one story at a time, to unfold the book of dim, a book so vast and large filled with glitter bubbles made of stars.

Dream big 

Sleep deep

Love hard 

Don’t be a sheep 

Amal alfehaida💌 

امل الفهيدة 💌