I have lost the stars from my sight.
The sky is a blurry black cloud
slowly dispersing the darkness
of the night
in front of my eyes.
I saw something beautiful
just a bit out of my reach
maybe it was potential for the night
to become clear with a strong breeze
coming from the mountains
that I have yet to climb.
Wolves were howling
owls cooing
I wrapped both hands
around myself
But the darkness was creeping in
It gazed straight into my soul
with eyes that looked so much like yours.
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