The quiet solitary night
is the biggest of my delights,
for night can be called day,
yet day cannot be called night.
And so I say the heat and light
of the sun at midday invites
the most comforting of all plights,
But I prefer the day when the sights
are filled with stars that shine bright
-er than than day.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA 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.)
