When you walk along an empty lane
in the middle of the night
when the wind blows softly with a chill
and the owls hoot in distant mires,
a body beside is indelibly great.
There is warmth in passing together
between rows of dark cylinders and boxes,
and there is joy and ease in hearing
tap tock tap
tock tap tock
with every step under the stars.
When you walk along an empty lane
in the middle of the night
with a body beside to share the ride,
there is no labyrinth too twisted
nor hill too steep nor road too rough
because the path of companionship
carries you through the night.
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Simply Poetry
कविताA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)