I really don't like mornings,
She complained.
The sun shines too bright, and theirs simply nothing to do during the day.
She liked it better when the sun would set, and dusk would begin to fall.
When the sky turned pitch black, but the sky was filled with billions of stars.
The moon would shine bright, sending a beautiful glow from above.
That's one thing about night she really did love.
Their are so many conversations to be had, and corners of the world to explore at this hour.
It's the specific time of day she felt inspired, and gained her brainpower.
For the day really wasn't that bad, and she had no real problem with the sun.
But their was just something about the moon, and how the stars just knew how to have fun.
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Bath Bombs & Books
Poesía•poetry book/completed:) •the edited version/continuation is out! •go check out my other completed book; "searching for serenity"
