I don’t even know how to describe this.
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The sun’s time to sleep
Earlier is nigh
Meanwhile at home,
My soul is dry.
I’ve had a share of days,
Bad were few
But in this time
The sun knew
How to capture my inner sense
Of disturb, and distrust.
And of depression,
To be sad I must
Of every fleeting thought
That ruffles me.
“Fie!” I say,
“The dark is just for sleep
To hibernate a while
Then awake
In glory, peace and a waning smile.”
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