The quietness,
The still,
When it’s still dark outside.
Only your own sounds.
When we can still pretend
It’s all a dream
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Random Spouts of Brilliance
PoesiaJust a few random feelings/poems I've wrote down through out the day. Kinda interesting I like it what do you think?
Mornings :)
The quietness,
The still,
When it’s still dark outside.
Only your own sounds.
When we can still pretend
It’s all a dream