December 12, 2008
He is the night-
In control- free.
Dark and mysterious-
He goes unseen.
He is the fresh air-
Filling my lungs
Walking down the street.
He is the flower-
So beautiful-
Sitting in my hair.
He is the moon-
Giving me just enough light.
He is the night.
He is night.

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