It was the nite,
Oh, just the nite
of speakin’ toads and sleepin’ princesses
moonshines in cold north wind sky
nite of spring ,of winter, of fall...
Or a strange summer nite…
a nite of vanishing kisses and tears,
nite of flooding rivers, nite
of pain speaking about life.
Oh what a nite! nite,!
Only that nite of impossible love!
Prompt # 272 – Remembering an Old Love
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