The first everA Poem by Stu. T.H.
On an unfinished night, one finds himself pondering over his own thoughts thus it goes:
As the night grows old, Remnants of old time stories go untold, Serene moon fills the night, Finally allowing one's spirit to take flight. - Stu T.H. (May 24, 2023) © 2023 Stu. T.H. |
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Added on October 27, 2023Last Updated on October 31, 2023 Tags: Psychology, Monologue, Poem, Poetry Author
Stu. T.H.AboutAccount administrators: Donny Wells, Dan Rastley. "We are an amateur poet group that writes short stories and poems which are typically strictly fictional in nature and roots. We make poems for ou.. more..Writing
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