Oh Keats it’s late
and there’s no bright star
no stars at all strange
given the clear day earlier
but life has its ways
of imposing
even lighter than air
it still gets in the way
I know that you know this
how some nights can arrive
like an unwelcome guest
and with such limitless depth
it keeps one awake
just as easily as light would
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Beautiful conceptual contrasts here of light and dark
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Thanks, Camilla(e)!
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beautiful
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thank you!
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of course 🙂
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this is beautiful!
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Thank you!
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