Late Night Walks Poem by Alexander Lyne

Late Night Walks

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The moons alive,
But i am dead.
All of this confusion,
Whirring in my head.

Walking home,
Melancholy stroll.
Moonlight silhouettes of trees,
All on the way to my end goal.

Because my brain is buzzing,
A million memories replaying on the way.
But ill just carry on my walk,
Down that dark country lane.

Monday, March 6, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,sad,random thoughts,walking
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