In the quiet of the night,
Where two days softly collide,
My mind dances to a rhythm,
Playing with words untried.
Drowning in my own universe,
Swings of moods in shadow's embrace,
Writing the heartbeat of feelings,
Tracing paths from mind to space.
Each word kissed by the pen's gentle tip,
Carrying whispers of emotion deep,
Yet like an unpolished pearl,
It yearns for its radiant leap.
Poised to sing in melodies bright,
But silent without a tune,
Dusted in a forgotten corner,
Becomes an unsung lyric.
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