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Once again, 4AM greets my tired eyes

Black as pitch, through my window,

I see nothing, not even shadows

No life, no movement, only the echoes

Of what must be hiding, nearby

Not even a glimmer of morning strikes me

The sun, yet asleep, nestled in the world

Below us, as we slowly turn, to greet her

She rises, with a hint of sarcasm, as if

She might not make an appearance today

I do not know, still, I shall wait, languishing

Eyes heavy, mind numb, fingers throbbing

From the constant tapping of keys, letters

Mixed with numbers, making little sense,

Much like the sun, in the winter

Smiling, almost sneering, never warming

But it is spring and she has compassion,

For those who suffer the strains, of gray days,

And gloomy skies, only to tease, as darkness

Falls, and she once again, laughs, then

Slips away, into the umbrage of the night




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