1/13/2014
The day has turned into night,
As a warm breeze enters.
The spark of the stars' light,
Dimmed by the darkness of the skies,
Hides the twinkling of the heavens.
The constellations are hard to see,
While the warm air present,
Passes and touches the skin;
Tingling the senses,
And makes itself apparent.
As a warm breeze enters.
The spark of the stars' light,
Dimmed by the darkness of the skies,
Hides the twinkling of the heavens.
The constellations are hard to see,
While the warm air present,
Passes and touches the skin;
Tingling the senses,
And makes itself apparent.
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