Day 35: 20 January 2024
50 poems a dayIn the quiet of the night, a gentle reprieve,
I'm glad your spirits, like the moon, retrieve.
Hoping your joy with friends was sincere,
No masks worn, emotions crystal clear.
As you drift into dreams, let worries unwind,
May the night's serenity bring peace of mind.
Goodnight, my love, under starry beams,
May sweet dreams carry you to tranquil streams.
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