Acrostic

Midnight wakefulness, a familiar tune,
Envying dreams and quiet breathing souls,
Most nights spent back in those times gone,
Or wondering at repercussions to come.
Rising and falling, silently treading,
In the land of the past, deep nostalgia turning
Everything to dust, queen of ‘could have been’-s
She haunts my steps, remembering.

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February

When I look up at the sky
At so many stars
They remind me of hopes and dreams
That come together and twinkle.

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Her

I opened my eyes. Sleep wasn’t going to be coming anytime soon. I got off the bed and placed my feet on the cold tiled floor.
I walked to the window and pulled it open. A beautiful full moon shone high above me. It was calming.
I decided it was the perfect night for a walk.

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