What is it with this night,
The solstice has passed,
It is neither winter nor spring,
The moonlight beams down upon me,
A cool breeze sweeps through,
The trees creak and the leaves rustle,
It is beautiful, peaceful
And yet sleep escapes me,
The swaying trees lull me not,
The mellow light calms me not,
I am wide awake, anxious…
What is it with this night,
The seasons have changed,
Have I ?
Its funny to read through your own words when you happen by them by chance. This was written almost a year ago, but took me back to that moment instantly.
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