The night poem

The night makes the dreams.

The dreams happens in the morning.

All opposes day by day.

At the morning, just one question: Today is the day that everything gonna happen?

The dreams never ends, as the night or the morning.

So, everyday is the same stuff, the same questions.

All the stars are witnesses of every step, every dream, as they are this poem.

Ana Luiza Pereira

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