At night,
I think of me
At night,
I laugh and cry
At night,
I think of the world
At night,
I worry
At night,
There is peace
All night,
I am truly me.
- Author: Jos (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 11th, 2022 22:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
Comments1
indeed, our night's
are a journey
in and of themselves
learning to traverse them
is an acquired, skill
in and of itself...
(thanks for sharing)
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