Some nights,
Sleep is elusive.
In a quiet,
Peaceful way.
So I wait,
To watch the sun rise,
And tingle,
With gratitude.
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Some nights,
Sleep is elusive.
In a quiet,
Peaceful way.
So I wait,
To watch the sun rise,
And tingle,
With gratitude.