Night descends slowly
Like a silent admirer
Trying to listen to your soul
Your dreams will blend
With silence of the night
There is an unspoken promise
To offer a comfortable embrace
Delicate night, to cushion your woes
Night’s promise to cradle you to sleep
Hold out your hand
And feel the night on your fingers
Deft playfulness on your palm
Night is here to stay
It’s a silent promise to your soul©
Wonderful, Amitav 🙂
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Thank you, Richard. 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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Very nice ! 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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You are welcome 🙂
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