Part II: Memories of the Day
The sun rises.
It’s beautiful.
But it brings the light.
The merciless light.
Showing everything.
Fighting back the night
until there are only some shadows
telling about the beauty of the night.
Of the merciful darkness.
Too glaring.
So cruel.
It’s warm but...
It could never be as warm
as the night is beautiful.
It’s hot and it’s light.
I’m thinking of the night.
Its coolness and its darkness.
And again it’s killing my soul.
The hectic of the day
makes me crazy.
I’m longing for the peace,
the peace the night will bring.
Hectic and noisy,
that’s the day.
Too many people
running around,
busy with nothing,
unimportant stuff.
Memories of the night...
It’ll come again...
It’ll bring peace and rest.
It’ll make you forgetting...
about sorrows and fear and problems.
But it’s far away...
The day...
Too glaring...
Pains...
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