Everything begins with a night, and ends in night;
A realm of fears, a well of tears.
It holds happiness; it bears loneliness.
It weaves struggles; it offers snuggles.
And yet, the most amazing thing of all—
It is the most fearful time of all.
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True, dear poet. Darkness is the fact, the truth, but light is just a short lived illusion. Night was born even before the birth of the universe and is the absence of light. Congratulations on POD, dear poet