midnight
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we said goodnight to each other under the same set of stars, both with the knowledge that neither of us would find enough peace to fall asleep on that melancholy spring night.
there was something too beautiful about the silvery diamond stars and the not-too-cold wind that disturbed the silence and undid the stillness of the delicate willow trees.
the gaunt branches swayed in the twilight breeze, their leaves rustling with fragility and instability. the stiffened leaves fell slowly and methodically one by one, all at the fault of the vague breeze.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely
Poetryhonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
