In the darkest hours,
Of the night
The moon beckons me
With it's light.
It has such a strange way
of letting you know,
That you're not really alone,
In these hours.
That someone, somewhere
Is talking to the moon
In the same way
That you are.
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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.
