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Nightly Echoes

PO# 634754
Germany
Germany
25, linguistics student
June 13, 2018
 

I wrote stories, you sang
It was pretty but sad
For poets aren't birds
And I never could fly

You stayed with me though
Regret in your eyes
You kept soaring higher
While I watched the sky

It didn't take long and
Regret turned despair
You pushed me once, hard
But that was enough

For I never could fly

NOBODY IS PERFECT
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June 13, 2018
 

             Insomnia

Ancient dreams linger in dusty corners,
Waiting for the sun to come.
Hoping, hiding, lost, not found.
The darkness calm, the silence warm.

Above, galaxies wander through eternity,
Glittering with blue and purple hues,
Unaware, they make us human again.
For a little while.

But sleep never settles, only teases,
As if aware of life's vastness:
Broken possibilities, tender promises.
Silver fog spreads across the horizon.

HOPE BATEMAN
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