It was late at night.
However, there are no stars twinkling in the sky.
I'd rather have false hope than no hope.
to await your arrival
To fall in the heavenly skies once more.
I'll wait until dusk falls after sunset.
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She Was My First Love
PoetryA short poetry book describing how that woman was like the stars in the sky, waiting for her admirer to write her a note.
