Beauty's repose

Graced by morning's rays, night rubs eyes of sleep,
Lost traces of sleep's caress.
What a beautiful creation,
What recreation do we need?
It's all sleeping, waking,
An interval before final sleep,
Never to weep, always keep
Beauty's deep.

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