Bring me the sunset in a cup. Warm and smooth of yellows and fading pink. An enchantment unlike day, sweet with nectar from tomorrow's promise. Let it be silent. Please make sure it overflows with tranquility.
Pass me a glass of early morning dew. Cool in refreshing tones of blue and summer green. A champagne flute of possibility in the dawn.
Keep the day for yourself, I do not need it. I have no use for the harsh heat of a red afternoon. For it is evening alone that suits my mind and brings you softly back to me, nestled quietly on a bed made of midnight and a dream of requited fullfilment.
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