Daybreak … between darkness and light. Joseph A. Farina The night tucks itself into cozy rooftops twinkling stars bat their eyelashes to lull the city. From my porch I listen to hours become, grow, and perish after giving birth to baby hours wound inside a nonstop timefulness. The nightscape yawns windmills of silence wheel into tomorrow – The new day discovers me envelops my dreams with a dewy blanket and breaks into colors and sounds without waking me up.
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