Small Hours

Beautiful poetry, as always, by my dear friend.

Wanderings and Wonderings LJF

I want to talk with you

into the smallest hours of the morning.

To sit and talk.

No more.

Of hopes

of fears

of dreams

and everything in between.


don’t think me dull

that I want to talk.

For what could be more fascinating

than to sit

with you.

Hearts and minds open.

To listen to you speak

about the very stardust we are made of.

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Author: L M B

Fumbling around the world trying to find the purpose of my existence. Quite like sharing my thoughts with others.

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