(This is a Sonnet in Iambic Tetra Meter with aaaabbbb, bbbcca rhyming scheme.)
The dark-fledged night is here and near,
And moon-lit night is found no where.
I thought for days why days are rare,
And found no ways to end my snare.
I then looked up to sky so far,
And through the clouds I saw a star.
It smiled at me from way that far,
That twinkling beam thus healed my scar.
I got to know that nights not mar
And need no days to fill my jar
If I can be a shining star
Then nights can turn to days for sure.
All that I need is try to cure
The dark-fledged night without a fear.
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