They say time has a magic.
It has a drug that makes you forget everything.
Staying up to see the seemless tranisition: late at night to early morning.
To completely lose sense of time and be lost in a world so personal.
Heart beating and emotions spilling.
Staying awake all night is truly a crazy feeling.Now as the people rise with the sun, this lil owl will find her way to a dreamland.
Good morning. Good night. Goodbye.
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If I Were A Book
PoetryA simple collection of poetry for the readers with souls made of stars.