The night cupped sadness into its hands
swaddling it like a newborn babe
gently promising to never let go
But the night quickly fell to its ending
while the morning rose for its beginning
and the sun smiled gleefully in return
Sadness cried for night to come back
for sunshine was not a language it knew
so it retreated to its hole and waited
because only the night understood its tune
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
The night cupped sadness into its hands
swaddling it like a newborn babe
gently promising to never let go
But the night quickly fell to its ending
while the morning rose for its beginning
and the sun smiled gleefully in return
Sadness cried for night to come back
for sunshine was not a language it knew
so it retreated to its hole and waited
because only the night understood its tune
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