the night breeze was like a lullaby
guiding her calm
eases her mind with the sight of the moon
it was quiet
she was free
free from obligation
free from thoughts
as her brain constructed stories
which she wished was hers.
the coldness of the night
bring warmth to her soul
she looked forward to each sunset
and every snore of the living soul
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she wished she was the moon,
accompanied by clouds
and the stars.
she wished that she was the light at every building,
decorating the darkness to beauty
but she can only dream.
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