Thanks of a Nightlark

I must thank Night for the truths she whispers when she comes
I must thank Day for showing me the error in all those thoughts
But sometimes Night is right,
And Day has only wrong to say
For Night, when alone, is dreams, is freedom, unshackled thought,
While Day is surrounded, crowded by other minds–ideas lashing in the air.

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