Let us meet
In the pale moonlight.
And let us mourn
When the nightingales don't sing.
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The Poetry of a Soul Who Doesn't Know Where They Quite Belong
ŞiirAs you read this, i ask that you read this. Don't skim through it, but take a second and read it. To my dear readers, Thank you for reading this poetry book. It means something, no it means everything. Please let me know if you wish for more, Beca...
In the Pale Moonlight
Let us meet
In the pale moonlight.
And let us mourn
When the nightingales don't sing.
