A night made so clearly for strolling..
With a dazzling moon in the skies, blasting its light as if that was
the instrument with which it has dispelled all clouds to keep at bay.
Seeing that none of them dare to venture close, the wind, after days
of inactivity, is up for some mischief- edging them ever so little.
It is a night made so clearly for talking to no end; overheard only by those clouds above, and without a care that they might laugh, or spill with the rains the contents of your heart.
[13th June]
It is a night made so clearly for talking to no end; overheard only by those clouds above, and without a care that they might laugh, or spill with the rains the contents of your heart.
[13th June]
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