Tuesday, September 15, 2009

the part of being nocturnal...

Stars shines brightly..
coldness of the night enveloping me..
clouds kneads my dreams completely..
water from the sky pours to the ground deeply.

The birds fly freely..
Leaves falling peacefully...
caress of the wind blow..
laughter i hear from my soul.

In a dark recess of a hovel..
Was a poor bed in which a happy man is lying..
a man of novel...
formulating his thoughts, while staring at the dim light that the moon is providing.


Oh my night! Oh my night!
give me that light..
the light of new beginning..
Indicating a new living.

Let not define you as sadness..
Tell 'em why you're sober..
if they could just see the brilliance in you..
and witness the beauty in you...

They would never sleep..

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