Tuesday, August 23, 2011

♠ Late Nights

It's late at night,
Yet here I am.

Listening to my playlist,
Hums of fan whirling.

My heart bump against the beat,
The only thing wild about me is my imaginations.

Silence of the night is the best companion,
Harmonious and peaceful; what combination sometimes life eludes.

I shouldn't take this moments for granted,
Thus I bask, perhaps too much.

"Who, being loved; is poor." - Oscar Wilde
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