"If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul, you haven’t experienced poetry." Edgar Allan Poe The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.🌙 But every night comes out as pure envoy of beauty, and lights the universe with their astonishing smile. Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight stormy skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.✨