A Poem. The Night has no Rhythm

The night has no rhythm /

curtain with yellow and red flowers /

flowing in the light of morning sun /

fly buzzing in and out /

new chapter /

east, west, north, south /

nightstand /

stack of books, lamp, glass and bottle /

feet on cold floor /

new land /

Enter the day – full throttle.

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