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Poem By Victoria Hardy

It was another midnight
With its very own flavour.
Taking me back somewhere
Between dreams and reality.

It would talk to me.
Like no one else.
So quietly yet,
So appealing.

It was another midnight,
That I looked out the window,
When you had no idea
Of a girl somewhere out there
Was talking to the stars.

Perhaps that's why
Nights held so many secrets
In their sharp cold hours.
Stealing loads of sleeps.

Aren't they all hide...
Under the secret of the night
All that is unknown...
Loves, dreams...

And when you open the window
Longing to breathe in a distressed night
The wind blows slowly, inside
Your room.
Coming together with the moon
Bringing the flavour of
Different thoughts

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this is very well written, enjoyed reading it