The night is a letter
exclusively written to a pen friend.
To Yourself, from You.
Who generally live separated
When the broad sky goes blue.
All the laughter, lilies and thorns
You went by during the day,
Finally you get round to write it, before hitting the hay.
Hola! my friend,
How are you after doing all those wilds?
Shatter, Dust up and bounce back
You're not the only one here, my child.
Together you both are in this journey
Still a letter every night is a practise, habit and way.
Then folding it all at once you go into a deep sleep
To wake up for another day.
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