....
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
You find pleasure in standing still,
reminiscing the sweet memories
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Doesn't it scare you not knowing that
the light you are drawn towards
might be just the tubelight in your room
which becomes dim with the rising sun
over the horizon....
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