Midnight (enchanting_figments)

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Midnight


As I lay under the stars

Wondering how bright they shine;

No one can hear me talk,

No one can hear me whine.


Gazing at the moon,

Never gets old;

For it reminds me of,

all the tales I've ever been told.


The breeze of air swept over me

And whispered in my ears;

Once again today,

Darkness was hiding my tears.


As I lay under the stars

With the night at its peak ;

Once again my wakeful soul

Had many answers to seek.

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