Midnight has come again
A glorious minute
Between the start of a new day and the end of another
Where the bad days end and the good released from heavens tether
The minute our daily hourglasses of existence resets to another 24 hours.
To live, to love, to fear, to hate
To be all we are,
To be all we can
To be all we choose.
Midnight has come again.
Sophocles Writes 
One reply on “Midnight.”
…. And whether we like it or not, there will be a day that we will witness the dread (or magic) of midnight no more.
Amazing poem. Relatable. Kudos bro. And welcome to Sophocles Writes.
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