When all mortals
Retires to their cozy couch
After days exhaustion…
I find myself awake
Reminiscing about the moments,
The moments…
Spent with you.
When darkness triumphs over light
Adding another pride
To the queen of the night,
That appears on the stage
With her full charms
And glory.
I think of mesmerizing
Beauty of yours…
And I laugh and laugh…
And feel pity…
Pity on her oblivion…
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