Chapter 15: Nighttime

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Night

As the sun falls asleep
The moon awakes
Which calls crickets to sing
In the sky filled with jewels
Containing my dreams.

They glitter in the darkness
Showing hope to those awake
Telling them to pay attention
And notice that beauty
That beauty they never paid attention to
That beautiful time, nighttime.

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