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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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