It was surprising how my father refused
To pick up the orange that fell,
At the back of our house directly
Close to my window.
It was night I peeped I saw it
It was yellow shinny from a distance
Its green friend was with it.
It was night, night they said is
For strangers, I heard them say it the other,
Night in the next room.
They say that night is trouble
But night opens my mind to new
Realities.
Oh night!
I dream of seeing the morning
Were roses are at my feet
Sweet small raising
Hopes high.
I thought to bring night
Closer because real men
Think at night, they make
Changes at night.
Though night is powerful
It makes me shiever.
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