Poetry

Night Owl

When Chaos Subsides
In the World Outer,
What I Do
Would enthuse the Doubter.

When the frenzied stream of Routine
Wanes in the Pitch Dark Night,
The Fountains of Phrases, Words and Mischief
Unleash through the Dam of my Brains.
They Sprinkle on the Walls
Of my else-plain Mind
Go sleep Early,
No way I’m that Kind.

Once I’m through the
Sun-time Hassles,
The Struggles and the Fight,
Moon, Me, my Words, my Wisdom
And a few Pieces of my Scattered Self,
We’re Good to Go All Night!


Photo Credit: Alexas_Fotos

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