Darkness is my bestfriend,
I write in the dark,
He seems to tend,
He doesn't mean any lark.
He smiles when I cry,
Silent is his observance,
He hopes that I try,
I promise my perseverance.
What he hides, can't be known,
For he doesn't expose,
I try but I have grown,
Do I have to suppose?
In his shades, I find the right,
To write in the darkness of night.
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