Darken Day
Quiet nights.
Crickets chirp in the tall grass.
Reading in the lawn chair.
Waiting for the night to come alive.
All I can hear right now
are pages being flipped,
ice clanking against the glass,
and the crickets chirp.
I love the night.
Things come alive.
Quiet nights,
but not for long.
Because the night is when things come alive.
Crickets chirp in the tall grass.
Reading in the lawn chair.
Waiting for the night to come alive.
All I can hear right now
are pages being flipped,
ice clanking against the glass,
and the crickets chirp.
I love the night.
Things come alive.
Quiet nights,
but not for long.
Because the night is when things come alive.
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