It’s the nights that are easy to suffer
the days are unbearable
they are hideous and there is the sun
that causes inseparable loss of sense and fluid
it is the night that is calm, aromatic
in its stringent hue
owlish peace; neon blue
where she hides her peace
her sustenance
and the reasons of her persistence
and there are so many, besides her
who are not getting
their nights’ sleep
in this strange city
of faded winter longings
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