In dreams, the world is bright and kind,
Where hope and love are intertwined.
The skies are painted in golden hue,
A place where hearts are opened true.
But wakefulness is harsh and cold,
A world where stories grow too old.
Reality’s grip, both sharp and strong,
Turns fleeting joys to endless wrong.
It’s sweeter still to close my eyes,
To drift where silent starlight lies.
For here, in sleep, I often sing,
Far from the cruelty life brings.
Day and Night
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