A little late,
into the night,
we slip,
with hazy dreams.
With the break
of the dawn,
on the eye-lids,
we see the vividness
of those very mid-night fantasies.
Each night, a haze
metamorphosing into
vivid clarity.
Each dawn, another haze
building up.
into the night,
we slip,
with hazy dreams.
With the break
of the dawn,
on the eye-lids,
we see the vividness
of those very mid-night fantasies.
Each night, a haze
metamorphosing into
vivid clarity.
Each dawn, another haze
building up.
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