Poetry (Photo credit: V. H. Hammer)

When the stars are up and the sun is down

I take out my pen to write and write to an eternity

I sit up and smile and save the frown

I ne’er ever want to give up the fight, the fight to identity


When the world sleeps, I am at work

At work, frantically till morning

The peace, the pleasure and the tranquility of night

Could never have come without warning.

I simply love to work at night and hear the crickets chattering

I love to hear a distant rumble of the thunder may be oncoming

I love to hear the leaves rustling as my finger type away to glory

If I hadnt liked all these sounds,  I wouldn’t have written this story!


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