Night

The smell of salt
Fills the air

Forlorn
I wish I wasn’t born
But here I am
Underneath a grey sky

Ringing in the distance
The smell of salt
Fills the air

I remember yesterday’s
I remember days
You didn’t care

Soon the emptiness
Will fall into the night
And disappear
Into the darkness
Where you
Can be together
As one

Published by 🌙 Crescent Moons 🌙

Poet, Author, Musician, Spiritual Alchemist, Magick

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