Tonight I read the bare night.
Tonight I read the bare night,
My sight searches for him,
The brightest star I called!
He kissed me again and again,
Under the endless illusion
Of a bright sky.
He loved me sometimes,
and I,
loved him too.
Tonight I read the bare night.
Somber is a night shattered,
He held me in his arms:
A verse to remember so sweet,
So far from a night like this
When the stars are sleeping,
Does he miss the same?,
When he looks at the night
Whitening the edges of trees
And hills, because nights like
This one, satisfied my heart
and soul.
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Love Called My Name | Series Of A Heart
PoetryAurora is wooed by her first heart. Series One opens up to her hearts clinch to a love so new. She speaks of a love that lit like a little star in the sky. Her heart never stops loving him up until the break of dawn to the afternoon of her day in Se...
