How far
does night go
when day is gone
how much time
eludes the mind
to catch
a shade of sleep
in the solitude
of a dream
birds become silent
wind makes sound
among brush and bryre
no one tells dawn
to wake up
owls whoo-whooing
close to my window
listening
to my creaking chair
how far
does night go
when day is gone.
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