# Nocturnal's Aeipathy
When the nature rests
In the embrace of silence:
A nocturnal soul, somewhere
Would be still awake!
To burble in front
The word's soul,
And to listen their eutony
Coming from
The unfolded pages,
That feels like querencia to her;
Doesn't wish for
the daybreak to appear,
Since these all are aeipathy of her.
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