Noon wasted in sighs,
tears wasted in sorrow.
Cries ever nigh, but
ignored 'till tomorrow.
Night's dawning, dear,
another moment to thyself.
But sleep never near;
a heart beating by itself.
A/N: Old Undated Piece
Edited: 8th October, 2019
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Ambience (Poetry Book 2)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my second book of poetry with the first, "Poems of the Atmos". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was made by me with Canva a...
