Good mornings and good nights
come out of habit and out of
love—making them part of everyday.
From waking up to the end of day,
they’re part of yours until the night
descends. They become a part of
you in sun up and at lights off.
As time passes, even in your day-
dreams they come. And no night-
mares shall keep them off, night or day.
NaPoWrimo April 22 prompt, a poem that uses repetition. You can repeat a sound, a word, a phrase, or an image, or any combination of things.
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