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 … Continue reading It’s the Night