a night crawls
compared to light
is night slumbering like a~
yet sprinkling the end of day
much need of sleep
from days that pass
not much faster than night
my mind inks and dips
in the slumbering rain
of night rays escaping whose
~thought a curious pose
as I travel in the night
asleep in my bed
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