The three A.M. poem

In the night’s lonely darkness,
You search a felicitous phrase.

Waves sound like your words,
Rolling a sea’s dark loveliness

Searching words in its depths
As the sea thinks vastly in sky.

Soon, you’ll hear sun’s sound.
Now a body has all the words

For  3 A.M poem to take body
And words will form its shape.

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