At 3 a.m,
When my street is quieter than usual
And my family asleep enough
I can get past them,
I go outside
And I smile
And dance
Under Stars that
Seem to understand me;
With a Moon that whispers sweet nothings
To me.
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Little Infinities
Non-Fiction"No one told me, That love was something to be afraid of. Now look at me; Afraid to get my heart broken After one encounter With the angel-disguised sin. " c.w A collection of poems, dreams, thoughts and short stories.
