when the night slips quietly into morning
when night slips quietly into morning she does not whisper her arrival who was awaiting always outside my window, the moist breeze which will not stop the moving curtains and will not let dryness of my throat be hidden i am in wait here, once again stars are witness to the serenity that prevails outside … Continue reading when the night slips quietly into morning
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