Dear Wilson,
Its dark tonight;
There are no stars
Just moonlight,
A small crescent
With radiating glow,
Framed by branches
And this window;
I just realized
How wonderful it is
To fall asleep
beneath-
The sky.
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
