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Aren't I the night,
Silent and enigmatic,
Furious and passionate,
All at the same time?
'All darkness, isn't it boring?',
From my jasmine, asked the rose.
'Only then can one see the real glow,
In the dark, when grey black, and white are ruling.'
Indeed, the night sees the reality
No colour so bright, no flower so collosal,
The judgement of essence, fair and final,
No rose so pretty as the delicate jasmine's melody.
This night is incomplete without
The shining moon, the orion, and the stars.
She is the moon, she knows
The craters of beauty, the new moon doubt.
She knows weakness, she shows resilience,
She knows betrayal, she knows invisibility
Waning away, she still revolves around thee.
Her silence, her imagination; her power and finesse.
He is the archer, the orion.
Some of him is bright, some of him weak,
His clouds might decide what he shows, or keeps
But If you know, you search, only to find him where you begun.
The light he points, never fades,
The real him he hides always,
Sincere, how he chose to show his truth and magnificence
The shadow of his being, indeed, can never be erased.
Never to forget her, she leads my way
The pole star hanging from the fixture of heaven,
In clouds, in silence, in rains, in every season,
You are the diamond of my crown, the night's bouquet.
Now you my love, are the sun
To this night. The other half.
To this mind you are the heart,
We meet at dusk, we meet at Dawn,
They illuminate me, while you ignite,
A torch in the cold, in the ice, in the haze,
With your warmth and love, a blaze.
A blaze of passion, peace and respite.
We meet at dawn, we meet at dusk,
I show you the stars,
You show me the colours,
Isn't this enough, with the blood and trust?
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