Gentle is the Night,
Patient is the Night,
Like a mother to her babe,
Like a father to his son.
How the cold wind blows,
Your thoughts flow like smoke.
I wander these empty streets,
My racing mind at ease.
When the heart is heavy from the day,
Wander in the darkness, if you may.
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Author:
Struggler (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 27th, 2022 06:57
- Category: Reflection
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