It all comes down to midnight
The true ending of the day
As lonely, sleeping sighs echo faintly
Across the bay
It all comes down to midnight
As the full moon peaks
And silent whispers of the reeds
Can yet be heard, if one is not asleep
It all comes down to midnight
When the fairies come to dance
Amongst the leaves and little streams
And the greenest of the plants
It call comes down to midnight
When the world breathes out the past
And inhales the dawning present
Of the coming day at last.
A.C.
{August 31st, 2017}
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Brave Poetry
PoésieThis is my first poetry book. I was a bit nervous at first to post anything on wattpad. But I finally decided to be brave. Please enjoy :) Angel's Poetry Collection # 1
