Nightish poems on Hello Poetry

Pricers Feb 2019

Popping fire in the works for a respect of the death that foreshadows the reason why the booms go unfiltered into the day's nightish glow for when it ends there will be worried of the peace that remains in sodder

Mitchell Sep 2020

Uncertainty

I make my way to the river
It's nightish noon
I've stopped crying over the way
You told me
I told me to be so

I make believe stars
And far between
Make-believe dreams

Nighttime
I take the notes
Of our loss
And make a song of gain

I love you
And I love you
But I don't mind you much

When the sand
Turns the

Storm

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