"Dusk"
"Could you laugh,
Even in your black hours?"
He asked
"Yes, a lot." She answered.
He smile at the thought.
He never met an art,
A star from the dark sky,
Who lighten the dusk
And he knew to himself
He'll laugh with her
In her stygian past
Until, her smile meets her eyes,
When she smile.🌌
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Library of Colors [Collection of Poetries]
Poetry"Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth." - Samuel Johnson ☸ How are you today? Happy, sad, angry, frustrated? Read a verse and calm yourself, 'cause words is beautiful when it's free.