The nights are over,
the memories are forever,
sunshines and colourful lights,
busy days and wonderful midnights,
golden staircases and marble floors,
random faces and different doors.
We were just walking,
talking,
laughing,
and denying,
sometimes we cry,
we try,
we say hi and we say goodbye.
The nights are over,
the history is forever,
empty streets and remarkable fights,
dirty seats and broken lights,
these stitches and these scars,
like a night without the stars.
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Author:
fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 17th, 2023 10:27
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Beautiful write.
Thank you.
Excellent poem, it’s like reading what you’re seeing when you’re looking at a Picasso.
Thank you.
Now it's Netflix and the occasional meal at the RSL!
Thank you.
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