Minutes before midnight,
When the weight of the world on your shoulders starts to feel a lot heavier than yesterday,
The sins that were slapped on your forehead does not count
for all the times you stood before Mercy
staring into its eyes like you haven't known Defeat
But it is indeed minutes before midnight,
There are lights to turn off
and sheeps to protect from the wolf
so retreat to slumber, for now
Tomorrow will worry about itself.
CITEȘTI
Nocturne
PoezieAccording to the dictionary, a nocturne is a work of art that is inspired by the night. So sing with me, dearest moon, tonight shall be a nocturne. Copyright © by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #52 in Poetry - 11/3/2016 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the ph...
