A Little Lost With Myself
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Última publicación vie, dic 6, 2019
Night had its arms around me
Sleep was a waning moon
I whisper, " Make me happy"
"I will", Night would croon
And it put stars over my eyes
And dreams in my head
A motley of truth and lies
Then away it fled.
~midnight musings
A series of rhyming words stringed together find there way into my mind when I'm in the strange world between sleep and awakeness.
And that's pretty much the only magic I believe in :)
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