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Night is a poem
A hushed sweet lullaby
To immerse our senses.
With the cresent as the muse
Intoxicating our essence.
Allures all in her enchanting beams
As she glides in a star spangled dream.
Words pour to pay homage
To the selfless smile she gives
Cut everyday by the universe's edicts
To nothingness then slowly
bloom in stages.
She teaches us a lesson true.
Nothing is permanent, have
to accept and restart.
For life is journey of phases
of joys and hurts.
Where the train stops at stations.
For us to enact our stories.
Knitting hearts and building connections.
Leaving pieces of us and embracing other’s.
Enjoy this intricate waltz
Not a race to hurry.
