In the middle of the night when the moon shines bright
The breeze so cold in the leaves of gold
The sorrow in the stars, tucked away deep within my heart
With all my might fall is right
The feeling of death exist in my chest
So where do I go when it start to snow
In that wave it will be my grave
Written october 2017
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PoetryPoems and such I have written them and thought I would share them. Enjoy Cover by: yours truly
