The Sun goes to sleep,
and the stars are a heap.
The shining Moon comes alive,
the perfect time for a drive.
The blink of city lights,
parallel of shimmery nights.
The wind blows kisses in my face,
and the Moon laughs with immaculate grace.
I close my eyes and fall in deep.
Deep in the land of the sweetest dreams.
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Fancy Words
Poetry» I try to be friends with both my A N G E L S and M O N S T E R S « Oh, all these words swimming in my head. *Previously titled "The Poems In My Head".
