We all need that time of peace.
When we just say 'goodbye world. I will try to acknowledge you next week.'
And we're given the perfect opportunity,
As the sun dies
Giving way to the moon so it can rise.
The glares,
The blares,
The cares,
They recede with the sun.
Leaving you perfectly alone,
With exactly no one.
This time of our lives,
It's known as night.
Night,
The time when you can see the whole city alight.
You can watch the stars flicker and shoot and fade away,
Even though they are still there,
Where they will always stay.
Eventually, the dark of night will submit
Making room for the light to emit.
The sun will resume its course.
While the moon hides away and locks its doors.
You bid the darkness goodbye,
As you shield your eyes against the bright.
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Translated thoughts
कविताJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)
