What took me so long,
To write about a summer morn,
Don’t wet air and bird sounds,
Fill my heart with cheers abound?
I’m a nymph of the night,
Sodium and fluorescence make me alive,
Thoughts flow like a lone cloud through a clear sky,
Ideas become deep as the darkness of the night sky.
Morning is young and pretty,
But the wisdom of dark night tickles me,
From head to toe a streak of light,
Brightens up my senses like a starry night.
Yet too much exhilaration is in contradiction,
To the stability laws of this worldly system,
So dear morning I wait for thee,
To bring peace to my mind and body.
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