dusk gathered the clouds altogether
fixing every flaw in nature
creates a mesmerizing view
by painting golden in gloomy universe.
it becomes a light to those in the dark.
and in that short period of time
even the empty heart could feel
the calming touch it makes for human.
midnight is the time when
fireworks become a star in an empty sky
so beautiful even the sun is awake.
put his arms around the one he cherished
standing and dancing together with such glee.
crowd the quiet room with laughter.
enjoy every smiles we see in our chapter.
enjoy every part of it even if it is no longer.
-things don't last but it matters.
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The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
