A Poem


Quiet moonlight fills my lonely bedroom through the night, secrets are like shadows that fade in the morning light. The sunshine tries to humor me in its early wake, I embrace its warm certainty and face another day. So tightly holding on, for in a whisper I could be gone. Just an empty memory or a forgotten song.


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