Some wake up in the middle of night can't sleep
To Many thoughts running through our heads
As the still night falls asleep it's awake at the same time, looking through a camera lens a writer she sits bleeding on paper at this hour while eye bags can be seen visible around her eyes, dark circles
As her fingers they dance on paper one more chapter she tells herself just one more page she whispers then she'll go to bed. Two wondering souls they look outside standing in the warm but cold breeze watching as the sun rise at its peek
Through a camera lens these connected strings can be seen like two magnets with force getting pulled together like they were made for each other don't knowing what the future holds. The man who reads old letters not to long but time seems long and slow to him he remembers madams eyes green and when they were fill with life, he could only visit her grave now and leave her favorite flowers to lay by her side.
-ashes poetry
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Clouds poetry
שיריםTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
