When the night comes
And the birds sleep
And the moon knocks at my window
And the clouds are ready to go
You must know that I miss you!
When the night comes
And the earth wears black
And the noise fears to be back
And everything remains in its track
You must know that I miss you!
When the night comes
And the sorrows weep
And the nightmares start to flow
And the rivers miss the horizon’s glow
You must know that I miss you!
Blackmatta/Blue
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there is a cool rhythm in this poem!! It attracts a lot!
Thank you... I'm happy to know that 😀
Blue
a beautiful poem indeed.....
Thank you, Laura
That's Blue!!
Yeah, it's me 🙂