Let the Night Whisper

on a late cold hour
when winter reigns the weather,
when wind howls around buildings,
whistles through the cracks
and haunted tunes play in concert,

I crawl under my solitude blanket.
I curl into a bubble of comfort.
Let the night whisper my dreams
and soon I shall be there to meet you.

23/02/2016 © Waseem Sherif

 

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