When the night speaks,
it whispers stories,
of vibrant souls
locked in amatory lust,
of isolated souls
longing to connect
to a comforting light
through the vast
spaces of darkness,
of restless souls
rolling on plump pillows,
dreaming of a better life,
of peaceful souls
counting their blessings
as they drift into
a lucid dream.
- EJ
©Emma-Jane Barlow,
all words are my own.
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A Collection Of Poetry (EJPoetry)
PoezieA collection of poetry that I have shared on different social media platforms. I will keep adding to this collection so add it to your library. Follow me on Instagram, Twitter & Facebook @EmmaJanePoetry.
