We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…
Tag: night
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Longing for the night…
We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…
Poetic Philosophy 