Speaking nights


My ink Flows through night
Like Fireflies spread all his light
One thing I dislike about the night
Feelings were on a hight
Pain inside are very bright
Attached to soul very tight
A novel I'm yet to write
Taking so many beautiful nights
Thinking what is wrong or right
Including thoughts of a hight...

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