Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Night

The sky is more than black, little child. 
More than a moon and circles of lights.
More than crisscrossing lines 
And darker shades. 
The sky is more than gradient, small one.
More than a place we've yet to explore
More than monsters that lurk
Under your bed. 
The night is more than silence, my dearest. 
More than a moment of being alone
More than a breath you take
And let go again...

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