Handsel

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Eight hours of sleep,
Half for sweet dreams,
half cannot be seen.
Kringggggg!
Is it succubus from my new year sleep?

Rays hit me from the window,
A sumptuous sun in front of me!
You are real!
And this is your natural largesse.

(Photo is not mine)

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