Lonely nights in the city are the worse;
Except perhaps when it rains
The water pouring down the streets
Reminding me of the ocean lullabies
The sea used to sing for me to sleep
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Poesía"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
l u l l a b y
Lonely nights in the city are the worse;
Except perhaps when it rains
The water pouring down the streets
Reminding me of the ocean lullabies
The sea used to sing for me to sleep
