The quiet time

Early morning is the quiet time.
While everybody snores gently,
and the clock ticks on the wall,
I sit and think, and barely breath at all.
Rays of sunlight, punctuating the dark,
and the comforting black of night,
disperses as the sky is scrubbed clean.
And so the day starts, with the waking
of the birds and the advent of the light.

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