Juliana sunlight
Great are the great lights!
Faint are the late nights!
A whisper in the worst of times
My poems are all just ill placed rhymes
if my life wont do the same
Dressed in colors of black and white
Dancing under faint moonlight
Turn to grey, a peculiar sight
I've met a strangers eyes alright!
I think I may, I think I might
Juliana sunlight
