Misty Midnight
By Britty
The name tells of how it was with her She lays down to sleep Gazing out the window at the stars As the moon slowly rises And the day comes to an end Time goes by She looks up at the sky Wondering what glorious sights It will bring Suddenly, as she drifts off asleep A slight rain begins to fall It soothes her rest Making it easier to dream The weather carries her away She forgets all her worries Her pain. Her fears. Once again feeling the wonders Of another Misty Midnight. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 10:21 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The name tells of how it was with her..."