To most,
Sleep comes like the sun
After thunder;
Bringing relief
And endless peaceful dreams.
To me,
Sleep comes like
thunder on a sunny day;
Ruining the perfect moment
Wreaking havoc
Reminding me of what I've done.
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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoésieHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
