what is about these night
that pulls all the stars into the sky?
in all its beauty, there is loneliness
the drops of rain fall like tears
from the eyes of the stars
what is about these nights
that everyone understands?
the pain is such
that even the wind tries to pamper us
and hush the cries
what is about these nights after all?
that even the rays of sun can't wake me up
the memories of those who are away linger on
what is it about this night?
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Brink of Blasphemy
PoetryNobody thinks what I think, Nobody dreams when they blink.
