I can never sleep at night.
So I look out into the street.
The speckled void is filled with orange lights.
The quietest shard of peace.
I watch the cars drive to and fro.
And I ask drowsy questions.
Where have they come from, where will they go?
The night has no suggestions.
As I refocus my insomniatic eyes.
I see a young girl almost avoid detection.
Does someone share this hobby of mine?
Or is it my reflect…
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Celestial
ПоэзияThis is my debut collection based around the theme of hope and overcoming difficulties. It includes many of my first individual publications, competition winners, and some that have never previously been published. Hope you like it :)
