The night sky wears a cloak of solid security,
Scrutinising faces, all but sheer purity,
They infatuate, they stare, with respect; they admire,
A garroting hold, a piece of thin wire,
The night sky keeps captives, stars that shine bright,
It bathes the world, until the world will ignite,
Forever an enigma, the mystery of earth,
Chilling us people, like a devoted hearth,
the night remains unseen, like the lies we pass,
Strong and silent, yet fragile like glass.
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It's 3:02 am and this is what I do
YOU ARE READING
Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
