Cross-legged on thin cushion
in third watch of the night,
cold autumn air.
The sun's halo rises in the distance
warmth like honey seeps into my clothes.
fade in, fade out
thoughtless whimsy dreams.
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Under warm covers
restless daybreak,
cold autumn air.
Rooster shrieks in judgement, I'm late!
but so tired...
fade in, fade out,
empty things
thoughtless whimsy dreams.
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