Night
.
.
wandering
farther and farther away
from
that place
of comfort and familiarity
suddenly
it dawns on me
and I realize
I’ve been out all night
.
.
.
*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences
.
.
wandering
farther and farther away
from
that place
of comfort and familiarity
suddenly
it dawns on me
and I realize
I’ve been out all night
.
.
.
Written by johnwhays
September 20, 2011 at 7:00 am
Posted in Creative Writing
Tagged with poetry
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