As I sat down staring at my computer screen
eyes heavy with sleep
Brain fatigued from the hard days job
Body craving for the bed…
But, but a part of me is determined to write
For it has been a day of hard work
I can feel my body protesting
Protesting against any similitude of work…
The day is almost done
The night has spread its wings over us
I could feel a haze settling over me
The melodious song of goodnight-rest I could hear
In dream or in reality I could hardly fathom
But even now I sense a goodnight rest luring me to sleep…
The day is almost done
Goodnight till dawn bids you welcome…
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