Night
The sky is dark
The lights are bright
The stars are twinkling with all their might
As I look into the heavenly skies
Visions dance as I close my eyes
I fall asleep in my yard
As I dream of dancing on a card
Night
The sky is dark
The lights are bright
The stars are twinkling with all their might
As I look into the heavenly skies
Visions dance as I close my eyes
I fall asleep in my yard
As I dream of dancing on a card
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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