Half past nine at night 

We are not sleeping, just playing with our

toes in delight 

Little one is out

Waiting for your pampering.

Sweet nurturing touch

Rubbing ups and downs

Storms to hit through clear skies

Before sleep; birds need to meet bees

And figure it out

Pen needs to spill ink and express true Art

Disentangle the worries of the day

Let go the cursings of yesterday 
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