8:00A Poem by Xilhouette
The night is at it's ripest,
And the poet at his highest The time of night where for a while, His lyrics are filled with guile The time when shadows are divine, And the stars and the moon greatly shine But the moon starts to dissipate, For it has ceased to wait, And gave in to it's weight... I guess I should leave, it's getting late © 2011 Xilhouette |
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Added on November 25, 2011 Last Updated on November 25, 2011 AuthorXilhouettePhilippinesAboutPrimarily a poet before a human being. An embodiment of paradoxes and ironies: Xilhouette. That is how I put myself; simply. more..Writing
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