Bitter Night

When I sit here on this cold ground with this sky full of empty trees creaking with the bright moon lighting down on my part of the world with all the stars out to greet the river that's flowing though, my hands slowing down from the chilled night.  oh what a night to enjoy a night to remember a night to cherish  a night to look forward to, to sit and look out at a calm and peaceful powerful bitter night

poem by Ryan Adamec
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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