It's watching over.
Through my window comes the pale light
That manages to persist, to stand
Firm in the violent gusts of passion
That scream through hollow halls, Shattering
Window panes, rattling, rattling,
Shaking hands but, in some eerie revelation
A dim light falls over ivory keys and the
Resonance of droning chords alternately
Engulfs the sound.
Good Night Today =)
Stolen lines never bother me,
Incorporating art is always beautiful
(If it is credited)
So Beautiful.
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