Twelve In The Morning Poem by Walrus Fat

Twelve In The Morning



Silently dark,
The night it seems,
Worry-some shadows,
A trick of the eyes,
The air is fresh,
Air which only comes out,
To look at the sky with me,
The stars brighter than normal,
The moon,
beautiful,
The night time,
I love it.

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