Alone

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I wandered about the pitch black night,

Whispers in the wind reminding me why I love the darkness.

The peace and quiet calms me,

Giving light to my innermost desires.

I wished for calm and serenity like this during the day.

The night brings me peace and inspiration for my writings

Of joy and love.

The things that inspire me are brilliant, odd things.

Spiders, bats, snakes, and ravens provide somewhat of

A new perspective.

The leaves of the trees rustled about around me

In the silent october night.

Though I may have friends and a social life,

The nights full of wonder and inspiration is where I find my self

Truly and utterly

Alone.

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