street lamps spread the soothing light ,
it is midnight ,
towards the cold ,
let's take flight .
small and petite ,
the light cannot cheat .
when the air has frost ,
let our souls finally meet .
the dimly lit land ,
hold my hand
and we will run down the sand .
as the waves mirrored our steps ,
steps that captured the time ,
of the night that shined.
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Random poems
Поэзияpoems have always sprung out from pure emotions , and I guess that is the closest thing to knowing ones mind better .
