Nights
Nights like these 2:46am, a cup of black tea Pen in hand, free flow Pitter patter on my pane Socks on warm feet Nights like these Need no wish Creep in with contented chests Cloud covered skies Moon glowering through Nights like these 2:53am, a warm blanket, crocheted The final sip of black tea A body in the covers Held till daybreak Counting down hours On nights like these To forget naught what day brings Grey skies and showers To never forget



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