4 December 2012

A leisurely stroll,

At three in the morn,

Good for the soul,

But nobody did warn

That I'd get so addicted

To a midnight stroll

That I would yearn,

It'd be beyond my control.

The night would call my body,

For it's very own,

And that every time I went,

I felt a little closer to home.

PoppyAOpuss № I