As i lay low
On my bamboo straw bed
On this lonely night in the month of november.
The bats have come out to play,
And the mosquitoes are singing their songs
This beautiful moon has illuminated my room.
As inspiration flows with the coolness of the breeze,
A renewed strength entered my vein
As i begin to task my brain.
So why should i have a lazy pen?
I think of you in the dead of today
And memories started to unwind.
So i will write from now till dawn
Till the day leaves the night behind.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
As i lay low
On my bamboo straw bed
On this lonely night in the month of november.
The bats have come out to play,
And the mosquitoes are singing their songs
This beautiful moon has illuminated my room.
As inspiration flows with the coolness of the breeze,
A renewed strength entered my vein
As i begin to task my brain.
So why should i have a lazy pen?
I think of you in the dead of today
And memories started to unwind.
So i will write from now till dawn
Till the day leaves the night behind.
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