She has this burning passion
To dance in the middle of nowhere
Hands swaying in the air
Hair dancing in the wind
Bright citylights watching her
And the way she sways her hips
Following the tempo of the beat
She has in her mind
It isn't pricey to be free
So as to be happy
-MIA BELLA, NN
09•29▪17
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Nocturnal Nights
PoetryNight time will always be your secret diary. (A collection of my poems, short stories and thoughts that comes from my restless mind when night time hits.)
