I used to frolic
Many moons agoI used to frolic in the snow
Not so now I need sleep
As I take my final walk
I still see the stillness
That silenced my mind
It's there through
An absence of time.
At least now I know,
Mornings between
Three and five
That's when my mind's alive.
Now it's time,
For me to sleep.
Goodnight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-09-12 at 00:47
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