Parade Till Dawn

The night is young,

The stars are new

The owl hasn't yet sung

The tune that crosses the ears of few.

Adventure awaits

Those who choose to stray

From the stereotypical gait of day.

Relax into this new stat

Of mind.

Creep through the moonlight,

Bask in the shadows,

Embrace the wind that nips and bites.

Let the symphony of silence,

And the catastrophe of sounds


As you parade,

Till Dawn.


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