Read Poetry: THE NIGHTS OF HAVANA, by Isabelle Le Roux

The nights of Havana
Perfumes of a man and a woman
Perfume of love mixed with drama
Close your eyes, open them back
You see I’m still here my love
No, we will never part ways

The nights are not ours
They are for the sick, the crazy
They are for the hope that we reconnect
I move better in the night than in the day
I feel closer to you my love
Always in my dreams, never in your arms

The Nights of Pain
Evil in a thousand forms, a thousand colors
Evil everywhere and at all hours
He stares at my eyes for me to look away
I came very far from love
The damage is done, nothing will fix it

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