The sun hit the pale skin.
The moon hit the dark soul.
The stars are reflecting the tears as they fall down the cheeks.
-Dove
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Spark In The Night
Poesía"and I let the words drop off my fingers" All Right Reserved , Dove Knight 2018
The sun, The moon, The stars
The sun hit the pale skin.
The moon hit the dark soul.
The stars are reflecting the tears as they fall down the cheeks.
-Dove