Things come and go.
Days and nights pass right on by.
The stress is still there,
the darkness still survives.
We can't help but notice,
the shadows below the surface.
For the symbols we see,
cannot be more clear to me.
My vision blurs,
as the night turns to light.
My eyes become clear,
but only when the sun disappear's.
Everyone goes into a fright,
When the day turns into night.
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Short stories and poems
PoesíaJust some short stories with a side of poems i decided to make. The poems will come first and then the stories will be near the end more. I may add in some poems at the end also. Please don't copy.
