Night
dark of night
thats when i'm most alive
the cool crispness of the air
wraps around me flipping my hair
but though the night if beautifull
i feel so alone
standing here looking up
at the clouds and the brightly lit moon
i wonder why and so many other things
cross over my mind but yet
the sun starts to rise
so ends the beautifull night
Copyright © Samantha Search | Year Posted 2010
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