The echoes of laughter
of a moonlit storm
drip into a puddle of silent rain..
a passage to reality shrinks,
dreams trapped behind the window-pane.
A cold bears upon us,
the numb hums a lullaby.
Its time for us to sleep.
of a moonlit storm
drip into a puddle of silent rain..
a passage to reality shrinks,
dreams trapped behind the window-pane.
A cold bears upon us,
the numb hums a lullaby.
Its time for us to sleep.
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