i wanna walk
underneath a moon
with starlight
glowing in our eyes
and link a connection
between our souls -
stardust and honeyed sun
stitched together
by the moon's needle -
as we dip feet
into a lukewarm
summer-night's tide.
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Midnight Fantasies
Poetrythe questions left unanswered, the revelations not-asked for, the secrets which pour out of one's mouth when faced with the vast inky sky that does nothing but listen. all the Midnight Fantasies that might have been true, but are not. and suddenly...
