Night.
Subtle, soothing, and elegantly silent.
Such simple pleasures are so common,
coming once each time the sun rises and falls.
And yet they are evanescent, leaving one unsatisfied.
Night.
Sleeplessness is sweet sovereignty.
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PoesíaA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
