It is currently 12:23 am, and the shadows of the trees are darker than the skies themselves.
The skies are light and show very pale colors.
I like to open my blinds on nights like these.
To admire them.
The sky, the neighborhood, my thoughts.
And when I wake up,
the sun is pouring into my window,
showing no sign of the light
night before.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
