Poem: Late Night Poem
Late Night Poem
It is so late, but I am writing,
sitting up at my desk
even if I am tired
I need to do this now,
need to focus and write now,
besides, I know my mind
is filled with thoughts
which will never let
me rest, even if I tried.
It is so late, but I am writing,
sitting up at my desk
even if I am tired
I need to do this now,
need to focus and write now,
besides, I know my mind
is filled with thoughts
which will never let
me rest, even if I tried.
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