Wednesday, November 19, 2008

* * * * * * NIGHT * * * * * *


She comes in our lives daily
when the light perishes gaily
Singing a song nocturnal
here comes an embodiment of beauty

Filling us with anticipation
she makes us look at her
her beauty so eternal
lets us sleep in her balmy fur

smoother than the water's surface
softer than a baby's skin
her arms embrace us as our mother
detaching us from the earthly sins

But Why does she have to go
leaving us in the cares and
catastrophes of the day
But guess wot
am not givin a damn
coz am sure she'll be back the very next day

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