Late

A Poem by Piccole Parole

I never thought I would miss the night.
Days burn in absoluteness.
I craved the intangible.

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Added on August 11, 2017
Last Updated on August 11, 2017
Tags: Sleep, dreams, bed, rest, imagination, creation

Deciduous

Separate

Epoch