Tired
Light of my lamp
Shines too bright
Waiting for darkness
Waiting for night
I wait in the morning
I wait in the day
The wait seems forever
From October to May
I love the stars in darkness
I love the moon away
I love the sound of silence
I love the smell of rain
Everything is quiet
Everything is still
Everything is growing
Things get better, they will
I like it in the darkness
My thoughts become so clear
I love to hear the silence
All is quiet with no fear
I waited patiently all day
I say good bye to the fire
Now is my time
Now I am tired
This poem is about:
Our world
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