What is it about night that eludes solemnity?
The rhythmic tock from the wall downstairs
The whoosh of a solitary car,
Or the peaceful exhales of those in slumber
Who share my life.
Yet too soon does light creep upon the horizon
With the frequency of passing travelers
Stealing my solace.
Alerting me of new uncertainties
And the passage of time.
The silence of the night will be broken soon, as her sister arrives, as usual, during the wee morning hours. Just be sure to have her coffee brewing !!!!
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See you soon!
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