NIGHTTIME THOUGHTS
Night glistens through the darkness,of the day, surviving not an option.
On the brightest of sun bleached days,
i wish this macular would go away.
When I glance upwards,
During our darkest nights.
There are no stars burning bright,
To much pollution from manmade
Street lights.
Thoughts drift in an out, Throughout the passing day. wouldn't it be nice come what may,
We all have a happy birthday.
At least that's what they say,
Why can't we all have
a happy death day?
Do you know something,
That leaves my mind blown away.
Talk about a coincidence,
All babies are born on their birthday's.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-10-25 at 02:02
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