Sitting under the cloudy night
She thought:
How did I get this far?
Thinking within her cloudy mind
She thought:
How further must I go?
The cars passed by
Buzzing beneath the street lights.
The bugs softly sung,
Singing their nightly lullaby.
All the while this young girl thinks
Under the starless sky,
Wishing the clouds to go by
So she could see and not dream
Of a farther light.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
Sitting under the cloudy night
She thought:
How did I get this far?
Thinking within her cloudy mind
She thought:
How further must I go?
The cars passed by
Buzzing beneath the street lights.
The bugs softly sung,
Singing their nightly lullaby.
All the while this young girl thinks
Under the starless sky,
Wishing the clouds to go by
So she could see and not dream
Of a farther light.
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