Late Nights

Before transforming into
A creature of the night
He’d seen mornings
Memorable, sweet
Baked wheat
Wet grass
Bare feet
Beautiful
It had been
For sure, but
There’s more to life
Than nice early mornings
There is youth &  late night too
That’s what he thinks. Don’t you?

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