i have a habit.., a nice one? i cant tell.., of staring long at d stars.., before makin my way to bed.., cheek in palms, lookin outside my window.., shaking my head slowly 2 d windy rhythm.., the gentle breeze.., caresses my face n leaves me drooling.., then sumtimes, there z dat lone curved fellow.., the moon.., sitting, smiling in d midst of those twinkling stars.., now night is even more bright.., as i feel nature like never before.., the whole scene always enchanting.., and the loud silence speaking more...
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