Clearest thoughts apon a midnight chime the elders of my heritage always said.
If your up at the dead of midnight for that moment is of eternal solitude.
Why I here you ask in in hushed intrigue over the crackiling fire embers and sparks glisten the sky in tiny scarlet, time lends a curious ear.
I smile with glee to share my knowledge with existence, silence looms and you intrepid listener who seeks my ancient knowledge.
Take my hand and let us share our attuned minds on the plain of existence eyes up, mind attuned as twinkles of ancient light brighten the way forward as we
walk the path of wisdom.
For when the clock strikes 12 that precious moment of new day is of purest solitude as all is renewed no crime, no worries, no corruption, for that second is of a
new beginning innocence gracefully takes the limelight of eternal solitude, then i share with you oh dear one.
"A new day is a blank page to start again to forgive and forget yesterday's troubles marked with metaphorical pen ink, lest they bring you down and the new
page of this day tarnished with yesterday's demons"
That intrepid listener is knowledge from my own mind I share with delight as all knowledge should be shared freely.
Ahh now let's return to the fire and enjoy, the last of our evening on the cliffs edge a gentle wind whistles a pleasant tune past our ears offering peace we enjoy
each others company my cobalt blue eyes embrace your beautiful eyes with warmth of kinship.
This midnight's eve, we discuss poetry in deep discussion swapping words and quotes, stories and lines, with the new found knowledge of the midnight
solitude still holding hands our warmth is shared and a plethora of books to discuss as we write our new day.
Apon a blank page situated comfortably in a cliffside clearing the spring night joyous life surrounding us we enjoy our poetry before our weary eyes rest.
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