Night’s Settling Rose

So the story goes

From primitive morning

To a sleepy night rose

Off to bed 

Off to wonder

Seeing what lies

While the heart grows fonder

Of people

Over things

No hands can grasp

When sleep prevails

No hands cling

So off to rest

Off to sleep

In the morning

Fresh coffee will steep

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