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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