Late-night walks, the world asleep,
just three friends and thoughts to share.
Footsteps slow, nowhere to go,
Just holding on to the present moment
Streetlights glow as we pass by,
laughing at nothing, enjoying the company.
Words flow nicely in the dark,
inside jokes fueling our spark.
We talk about life without a plan,
but somehow we don’t feel worried.
We’re just passing time,
yet we make it meaningful.
And when it ends, we don’t say much,
just knowing we won’t lose touch.
Because these nights don’t fade with sunrise,
They stayed in every step we took
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