Feets buried in the sand ,
The wind howls to the call of the night .
I feel it , I hear it , I want it .
As the wind howls , the trees bend to the inner rhythm, dancing and swaying to the unspoken.
I stand in between , an anchor to the coordinates of the wind ,
I long for where the wind takes me at night.
As the trees sway so do I, I've settled for the life with the night .
When the night Is stagnant , so am I, one with the wind .
I answer the call of the night , the comfort it brings , when my eyes flutter close I relish the comfort of the night .
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
Feets buried in the sand ,
The wind howls to the call of the night .
I feel it , I hear it , I want it .
As the wind howls , the trees bend to the inner rhythm, dancing and swaying to the unspoken.
I stand in between , an anchor to the coordinates of the wind ,
I long for where the wind takes me at night.
As the trees sway so do I, I've settled for the life with the night .
When the night Is stagnant , so am I, one with the wind .
I answer the call of the night , the comfort it brings , when my eyes flutter close I relish the comfort of the night .
Night poem
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