Midnight is that moonlit moment,

where cool mountain air tickles

the dark and sleepy green of the pines.

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Midnight my body feels like lead,

yet my mind flies into silver clouds

floating beneath the stars.

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Midnight the next day is born.

It is too small to do anything,

a crying infant, we soon rock ourselves,

a dissolving volume of heavy thoughts.

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Midnight drinks my dreams.

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