In the stillness of the night
Resting gaze upon the moon
A quiet child wants to know
If I am I, then who are you?
Bustling streets murmur below
As people shuffle to-and-fro
With bleeding hearts and eyes shut tight
Afraid to let the world inside
Clouds float by in silver lines
Thoughts adrift inside my mind
Some are pleasant, others wild
But none will help the moon to glow
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
In the stillness of the night
Resting gaze upon the moon
A quiet child wants to know
If I am I, then who are you?
Bustling streets murmur below
As people shuffle to-and-fro
With bleeding hearts and eyes shut tight
Afraid to let the world inside
Clouds float by in silver lines
Thoughts adrift inside my mind
Some are pleasant, others wild
But none will help the moon to glow
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