DARK IS THE NIGHT
Dark is the night in contrast to day's light
Yet enchanted is its splendor nature's grandeur
Life being kinder sharing its wonder
Becoming a memory with all its glory
But not apart from the experience of the heart
Echoing in silence of ite reverence
Memorable in its presence with all its deference
Imbued in mind forever to find
May it be fret or glee
Weaved in journey of one's destiny
Some with stars shining some just haunting
Both still a blessing, with or without wishing
Either way being grateful is to fulfill
Duty of one's soul as a whole
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