When the bright circle star
Falls below the horizon
And the sky becomes a deeper shade of blue;
I gaze into the night and picture what it would be like
to have me next to you.
And when the nights grow colder
And the star is missing for longer
The more time we have to share
Ill dance in the light of the music of the night
Until the beams become a glare
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What A Time To Be Alive
PoetryCollection of words. Each feeling, each emotion and each problem shared through a questionable stream of consciousness.
