Night sits next to sleep
Gazing upon tired sky
Wind beats on thin chiffon dusk
Green bought near windowpane
Hitting gently over glassy silence
Dew drops falling drip, drip
It's him
It's she
Unaware dream drew them together
Night sets me free
I see through dark
No shadows behind
I look up to the spirit
Of greatness, calling
Million of eyes in the sky
And rising my hands
Greeting one another
Me and the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An introspective write highlighting the vast power of solitude and profound thinking in it that liberates one's mind as also imagination and help in visualizing cherished scenarios. Thanks for sharing.