The night screams,
Asking to be heard.
Refusing to be silent,
She beckons to be friend.
I welcome her beauty,
For she has no shadow.
Simply belonging to herself,
In pure and honest form.
Writer & Poet
The night screams,
Asking to be heard.
Refusing to be silent,
She beckons to be friend.
I welcome her beauty,
For she has no shadow.
Simply belonging to herself,
In pure and honest form.
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