dark night.
The wind is slow but surely present.
Somehow we dont feel it, atleast I donot.
my porch we are starting on.
look up the stars are beautiful.
pull me close
i'll lean on your shoulder.
wait for this moment.
lean deeper its happening.
Tonight, the happiest person in the world.
Is my best
because on dark nights like these.
stories begin, or a story begins.
maybe.... began
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
dark night.
The wind is slow but surely present.
Somehow we dont feel it, atleast I donot.
my porch we are starting on.
look up the stars are beautiful.
pull me close
i'll lean on your shoulder.
wait for this moment.
lean deeper its happening.
Tonight, the happiest person in the world.
Is my best
because on dark nights like these.
stories begin, or a story begins.
maybe.... began
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