Midnight
It does not hide its face from anyone,
Though we may be haloed with endless fun,
It’s recalcitrant to shedding its ton,
It stealthily takes and cloaks a loved one,
None can stay its hand despite all it’s done,
On life's journey, it will surely outrun,
Midnight overshadows in the long run,
We all surrender to it one by one,
“Midnight is a time for dreams”, is a pun.
November 11, 2022.
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