silver fingers caress my cheeks,
whispers of a breeze push back the strands of hair from my eyes
as the gentle song of midnight lulls the pains of my heart.
an invisible figure takes my hands in his own,
swaying slowly and humming.
as the night goes on,
so does our dance.
my darkness mingling with his light,
the orchestra of the twilight,
and how it softens as the sun starts to yawn and open his eyes.
the glow gently lays me back in bed,
sleeping soundly from a night of dancing and song.
while night tends to be uneventful for some,
it is when my soul starts to unfold.
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strengthened by force
ŞiirSometimes we don't choose if we're strong, because we have to be. We cannot choose the cards we are dealt with, but we can choose our reaction. __________________________________ STRONG (strông) adj. strong·er, strong·est 1. a. Physically powerful...
