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Nighttime Reflections
I rise from bed and pace the floor,
With silken robes and silver screens.
My cloud-like hair falls in a sweep,
A bit askew from dreams so sweet.
I walk with ease, yet something stirs,
A restlessness that won't subside.
I stand before my window, lost,
Gazing out into the night.
My flower crown's in disarray,
But I don't mind, for all is still.
The moonlight dances on my face,
And I'm at peace with all I feel. |
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askew |
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not straight or level |
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