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The Perfect Hour

I listen to the daylight I hear its promise And it's warmth. I feel my sense of sight, Softened from its usual callous, Showing me beauty Instead of things I may fear in the night. I hear the daylight singing A song only I can see. I feel it's breath on my back As it sings it's mournful melody. All alone I bask in this daylight's Momentary glory. I am warm and unafraid. Wooed by the light. These pangs I feel Melt into the sight and sound. I am hypnotized By the setting sun. I am, for now -just for now- Fine. And I fall fast asleep Listening to the daylight.
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sarah-al-dookhi
Kuwaiti
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Oct 10, 2011
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