The First appearance of Light

I’m worried about the dawn.

The first appearance of light.

It has me troubled that rest will not be its predecessor.

I’m hungry for the nocturnal delicacy of sleep.

Those tender bites of twilight.

I have a weak constitution for slumber.

I need the coarse cloth of life lifted.

Give me an evening of languish.

I need more of the moon.

VictoriaDillard

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