Goodnight
Moonlight through the window
showing its silver light.
Sleep sounds so good
that I never could wake up,
but even though I say goodnight,
doesn't mean I'll be gone forever.
In the morning, I'll be here.
So goodnight, but not goodbye.
Copyright © Reva Mae | Year Posted 2010
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