Alicja Kuberska
Night
Night comes slowly.
It turns off lights and colors
And silences the sound.
See,
How the long shadows of trees
Close the day.
The light hours run in the
Sand – glass of time.
Morpheus pouring dreams
On our eyelids.
Hug me, lets go together
To the dream land.
We will return tomorrow
To begin next day
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