As the sun slowly falls
The moon creeps up
Shining light onto he walls
welcoming shadows
diminishing light
As the day turns into night
now it is dark
the dogs cease to bark
All is quiet
In the land of sleepers
Some more so than others
I lay awake
not batting an eye
Gazing at the ceiling
looking back at me
Outside the stars twinkle
as the rain starts to sprinkle
I sigh and get up
closing the window of opportunity
Shutting my eyes
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Bad poetry
Поезіяso here's some of my poetry. I don't usually right this kind of stuff but I figured I could give it a shot.
