In the dead of night,
I lie awake,
Staring at the streetlights,
Luminating the empty streets,

The cold wind of dusk,
Gliding across my skin,
As the clock strikes midnight,
I lay restless still,

The day is so exhausting,
The hustle and bustle,
Of these cluttered streets,
Now silent and calm,

Tonight is serene,
Feeling free,
From the cacophony,
Of the hectic day





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