Night
I look up at the sky above me Stars and darkness, the only things I can see I gaze at what is upon my eyes What I desire, from the sky’s Everything I remember, From January, to December I might see something as one side, But on the other I see joy out of the other mind I will feel weird at one place, But at the other I feel great of my face. This is the thing that we would never fight, What we know and love, called night. Continue reading Night