It’s the Night

The tight-lipped night only looks for an assuring repose

With the unspoken narratives being tired of a harsh day

Let anger be wiped off by the soft muslin night

Allowing the dew to settle on the rocks

There are millions of reflections of embellished firmament

Easier translating the hidden dreams

There is no more despair when sharing the failings

Night whispers in a dulcet tone

It’s time to relax; away from the boundaries of anxious moments

Looking at the stars for long is less of a chore

Compared to a dull staring at the interfering day

It’s a realisation!

Universe is as big as the imagination can wander

Life nestled here can afford to lean toward the night


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