What the sun doesn't see
Are the ways that we cry
When we turn out the light
And how we reach for the ground
Scared to fall from where we're now.
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Semicolon
PoesíaSemicolon - Where the author could've ended the sentence but decided to keep going. The author is you and the sentence is your life.
The moon
What the sun doesn't see
Are the ways that we cry
When we turn out the light
And how we reach for the ground
Scared to fall from where we're now.
