Where roses bloom
Under the the early dawn moon
You feel a certain peace
And the need to release
The sound of waves breaking
And hearts aching
Lead you closer to the sun
As that midnight shade becomes undone
Our footsteps left in the sand
We walk hand in hand
Welcoming the light
As it emerges through the longest night
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
