City of Joy: Night Mode
What does the night hide? Darkness and uncertainty, But what of the peace? What of the healing? Respite, from the day’s trials The silent prayers, The sweet, hidden smiles, The liberating tears. The night, is alive. -Yours truly. Now why would anyone name their offspring, “Yours truly”? It rhymes with brocolli. hehe…. Sentimental poetry √ Rubbish humour √ Right, now that we’ve got the first … Continue reading City of Joy: Night Mode
