Silent hour
Nights by the fireplace when the darkness is within me,
The drunk sky is staring at me illuminating all the stars inside me.
The silence of the night hears all my disenchanted fancy as I bury my head under the spell of the night.
The wind touches my face carrying scars
Which reminds me of how you kissed me once.
But now the beautiful night gives softness between the thick of my skin like you did
And the galaxy swallows all my agonies.
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