Source:words-in-the-paradise
The moon bows its head.
In retreat behind the clouds.
Hiding its face.
Leaving no trace behind.
That’s when they’ll come.
In the dark.
In the cold.
In the night.
THE DARK OF NIGHT
Source:words-in-the-paradise
The moon bows its head.
In retreat behind the clouds.
Hiding its face.
Leaving no trace behind.
That’s when they’ll come.
In the dark.
In the cold.
In the night.
