Title: Troubled midnight
by Tamara | in writing, poetry
It's late at night,
The grass has got a story to tell,
The sunflowers are shouting rumours in the street far off,
The moon and the sky, dark and beautifully luminous over the light of the moon, are whispering secrets,
Beautiful butterflies are practicing their tango in the humid heat of the summer that has just arrived,
But the dark, nasty troubled shouting has its own meaning.
The meaning of terror'
The effects of real life
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