The first ever

The first ever

A Poem by Stu. T.H.

On an unfinished night, one finds himself pondering over his own thoughts thus it goes:

As the night grows old,
Remnants of old time stories go untold,
Serene moon fills the night,
Finally allowing one's spirit to take flight.

- Stu T.H. (May 24, 2023)

© 2023 Stu. T.H.


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Added on October 27, 2023
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