Dreaded Day

Sitting amidst the sounds of day
The night having drifted away
In order to shower the world
In peaceful sun shine
So nice the day appears
While the night looks dreary
Yet indeed it is the night
That grants my peaceful wonders
And the day
How it fills me with dread
I sit in silent contemplation
Wondering as the sun shines
Am I truly so odd
So awkwardly different
That the night is my time of peace?

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