Ghost

Dimly lit and cooly kept,

Into my sacred space, I crept

To glimpse anew the rising sun

And witness nighttime on the run.

Yet I know in times ahead,

The Sun will lay herself in bed,

Night will once more take her post,

And then today will be a ghost.

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