The quite starry night whispers to my soul,
Knowing my hopes, my fears, and my goals.
It sweeps me up and cradles me,
Singing to me softly and setting me free.
It remains my friend 'till morning draws near.
Then it leaves me swiftly, taking my tears.
I wait quietly for the world that will soon be,
All the wile remembering, the stars that saved me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Coffee Shop Poetry
Poetry"If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul: you haven't experienced poetry." -Edger Allan Poe
