Another Day
Hopping into the mist,
Which was growing colder,
With each dwindling dusk sunray,
I was hurtling into mysterious night dark,
Quite despondent and hapless,
By the lurid events of the day,
I was held afloat,
By a dozing nightingale on a twig,
That still harked,
Do not worry,
Tomorrow will be another day.
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