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The day end at night
with glimmering stars
and shining moon,
by that time walk on the air
with your dream mare.
Evening is on the warpath
but night is way to sleeppath
in company of blind eyes,
working mind with determination
and go to bed with satisfaction.
That of room with small bed,
the sound of silence,
the corner of teddy,
the outrage of clock and freedom
to air , the ripple of water
the listless of wall
the darkest night was full of jaw-drop.
The silence of tree
and eyes of owl,
were extravaganza to that night,
along moutain brite
with it's street light,
the deeper the grief
the closer the God!
Darker the night,in the meanwhile
Shooting star sticking in the sea
in the order, of reflections of flee
to the scene of purplelight
inviting the white light and
the sky has it's own black light
too sum up as goodnight.

© Vishakha