An hour past midnight,
and I write down a little poem
laying on my bed,
just jotting down
words, floating
on deep night's
waters. See -
here it is, few lines
written past midnight,
the pale dawn
four hours waiting
after I set this aside,
leave it anchored
in this moment
that will fade
beyond memory.
06.09.2025
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