Midnight Thought - Poem by CDM Anderson
Why am I still up at three in the morning?
The wind is a nuisance,
but I think it's trying to speak to me.
Maybe if I wasn't such a hard-headed being,
I would listen to its message,
but I don't get how it speaks if all it does is make me shiver...
Of the cold, or of absolute anger?
They say that wind is fly-inducing, but I wouldn't know.
I guess I'll let it speak, then I shall give flying a try.
But then again, what is it saying? ....
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