This Cinderella won’t be afraid anymore of the clock striking midnight This Cinderella won’t be afraid anymore of the clock striking midnight

They were roaming here and there with no sense of the harmful times, They were roaming here and there with no sense of the harmful times,

There is a restless silence On that dial of the clock Causing gentle commotion There is a restless silence On that dial of the clock Causing gentle commo...

A very random midnight quest found me, Searching water for my parched throat. A very random midnight quest found me, Searching water for my parched throat.

The poet writes about the mental struggles that she undergoes at midnight- myriad thoughts about stu... The poet writes about the mental struggles that she undergoes at midnight- myria...

It was the month of may, Midnight, and I was eagerly waiting... It was the month of may, Midnight, and I was eagerly waiting...