I wake up,
Just as the city falls asleep.
I enjoy the sweet silence,
As it is the only time I can feel my thoughts settle at the bottom of my mind.
The air is more cleaner and cooler,
It soothes my constricted lungs to relax.
The solitude feels wondrous
It fills me with ecstasy.
This is also the only time that the shy stars came out of hiding,
They shine and twinkle as I converse with them.
The stars are the bare all my secrets,
And store them in the moon's icy core.
How I love it when the city sleeps.
It's so blissfully peaceful;
And it's the only time I can ever be myself.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
