Night is just a day without light
Night is beautiful and everything is alright
Night has its own kind of dark
No one yells, no dog barks
At night you can hide your feelings in plain sight
You can think higher, seeking for stars, seeking for inside light
Night is peaceful
I'd say that nice is, of peace, full
So, I just woke up, 10am
And I'm waiting for tonight, to be again who I am
You find most of yours fears, in the night
Yet you slay them with an amazing might
Days are amazing too, bright and kind
But so many light will leave all the children blind
And please don't tell me there are monsters under your bed
If there were, you were already dead
Night is a book I still read, after so much times read
You dream and clean, your head
Night is just a day without light
Night is beautiful and everything is alright
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
