The night is cold,
The moon is round
Trees clapping as the wind passes by
The stars are winking onto the night sky.
Droplets of rain is pouring
Sending stipple straight to my eyes
Walking slowly as I wonder why
This heart of mine is nothing but void.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryWhen door's closed on you. When the world seems to fade onto the background and you're on your own.
