Flowers bloom in the nightshade garden,
Dark whispers woven into its petals.
The moon's hidden messenger,
comfort me in the dark,
Its harmonious silence, a great mystery.
In the quiet of the night, it rises proudly,
An unwavering guardian beneath the twinkling heavens,
A showcase to the strength amidst the abyss,
A scented tribute to loveliness within the obscurity.

© Simrans
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