The Night Is Waiting For That Tint. Poem by SY Wong ...
The Night Is Waiting For That Tint.
Truly, is the night waiting for that tint of first blue?
The night engulfs and sleep beckons.
The night is right.
We were slain all the time.
Night, sleep, dreams.
Till we feel the first light.
The birds resume.
Our senses awake to see butterflies as butterflies
and bees as bees.
Nothing liken to the harassment of dreams or defeated by bad dreams.
We think well when awake.
Thinking the night is null.
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