candle light and
stars of night,
whispers of a thrill
that fills delight
darkened sky
with a hue of blue
a nightly beauty
reminds me of who
a moonlit face,
whose eyes hide pain
tears in secret
stream down like rain
is it a blessing or a curse
to see beauty when you're sad
to see beauty also
when you're happy or you're mad?
regardless of whichever, I see you for who you are
I see the fullness of your potential and how you may go far
but this king will not lay conquest in the land of a distant queen
so think not that I will impose myself like the arrogant and the seen
O' candle light
and stars of night,
whispers of a thrill that fills delight
darkened sky
with a hue of blue,
a nightly beauty
that reminds me of you
-Sean Rivera
About the Creator
Sean
In all my writings my hope is that I can inspire others to hope unto Love, through one way or another
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti3 days ago in Fiction
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