Poem 10 (Hour 10) Qundeel

In the moonlight

I was walking alone

With nerves, I started a fight

To remember people who gone

Is forgetfulness easy?

Doing nothing but looking busy

Meanwhile, I visited myself

Like dusty books on shelf

In the moonlight I find my worth

Nothing is useless, as my birth

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