Counting sheep

One sheep, for the early morning breeze. Two sheep, for all the faces we won't ever know. Three sheep, for the conversations taking place in the street. Four sheep, for the spirits dancing between the crowd. Five sheep, for the things we achieve. Six sheep, for the things we lose. Seven sheep, for the family [...]

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Crescent moon

Tell me, crescent moon, the times I’ve written a letter under your light. Tell me, crescent moon, the papers you’ve seen burn.   Only you know the times I’ve cried, because words aren’t enough to tell what I feel. Only you know the times I’ve looked up to the sky, thinking if someday my dream [...]