Moonless Night Poem by Hamza Al Saieedy

Moonless Night



Days and days.. since The moon is gone.
Stars turn to dust, like an old bone.
They are lot, though feeling lone.
Come.. come, my dearest stone.
Night is cold; out of my zone.
Counting stars, hard to move on.
Come to me once, that'll be loan.
Told me 'no' with That sad tone.
If that could happen I will be bon.
Do it once, yet don't do it con.

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