Of day refreshing away,
sun sets itself down,
away from the ground,
allowing darkness,
to gather around,
of night's refreshing way,
of shadowy corners,
of ways to feel,
un-noticed,
un-seen,
walking among eyes,
that are blind,
to the kind,
of this night time.
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