Mornings have a special charm.
Nights bring you that much needed calm.

Mornings say you let go, just walk ahead.
Nights bring back all that was left unsaid.

Mornings bring you back to reality.
Nights take you undersea.

Mornings take you through work and toil.
Nights free you from all those piles.

Mornings remind you of your ambitions.
Nights are about submission.

Mornings you leave your core behind.
Nights bring back your inner child.

Mornings are on run.
Nights, finespun.

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