The Night.

The beauteous dark sky,
This stillness,
And the passel of thoughts to explore.

This is the night,
Sadness landing over the head.
The strange sounds hovering around,
Amalgam of joys and sorrows drown.

This is the night,
Quilt of stars still awake.
Here comes a wind breeze,
Pretending to accompany my lonesomeness.

Oh night; tell me,
where are the black powers?
I wish for the bound spell,
And unveil the hidden mysteries.

This is the night,
My mind still ruminating around.
I wish I could sleep,
It’s been so long.

This is the night,
My eyes can’t shut.
I can’t bear more nightmares,
Waiting for the sun to wake up.

-SHREYA

 

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