The sun came out this morning and caressed me from my reverie;
I think she had somewhat to say to me.
I was up first so I let her have her say.
I thought of her at noon as I meandered through my day.
Worked my way. Earned my pay.
At eventide I looked upon the gilded sky and saw the coming night.
An opaque orb hung in my sight.
The moon was out and in a state.
I reveled in the closing dusk, even as I looked upon her Fate.
Bid her wait. Made her late.
I did not want to rush the day away.
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