Now that the day has come to an end Now that sky switches on its starry neon Now that pubs are absorbing fatigue Now that the breeze blows blithe
Now that birds have reached home Now that hope hangs from the fibre window Now that coffee gets ready in dim light Now that the regular mattress is a bed of grass
Now that eyes can stare at the indigo vast Now that Autumn is selling its candles Now that realism stir with fantasy Now that logic has no value in the eyes of emotion
Now that we hold hands in a non-threatening way Now that mind slow doesn’t want to lie Now that soul’s lips are truth bound
I will ask you — why?!
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