As morning breaks and moonlight sleeps,
My ever-changing moods awaken
The light shines through the darkest slits,
And fills the conscience with all things good
The weariness of yesterday is no more,
The restlessness of the busy day
In the sweet quietness of night,
Comes forth the noiseful chaos of the day
All is forgotten in the clamour and clutter,
Perhaps this is the way life was always meant to be.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
As morning breaks and moonlight sleeps,
My ever-changing moods awaken
The light shines through the darkest slits,
And fills the conscience with all things good
The weariness of yesterday is no more,
The restlessness of the busy day
In the sweet quietness of night,
Comes forth the noiseful chaos of the day
All is forgotten in the clamour and clutter,
Perhaps this is the way life was always meant to be.
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