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Poem- The beauty of midnight

It is well past midnight
as I begin to write
the ceiling over my head is faintly visible
right above my table, the bulb shines bright
In my room, I am seated comfortably
all alone, in complete seclusion
There is hardly any voice to be heard
except for the sound of the clock ticking
The desolate darkness intrigues me
as I hear the pleasant sound of the windchimes
there is hardly any voice to be heard
except for the sound of the cuckoo bird.
For many, night is like the end of day
For many, night is the time when there is no light
For many, night is the time to go to bed
For many, night is like the end of whole hopes
but for me, it is night
which is blissful  and makes me live my own way!!

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  1. Elio27 September 2018 at 10:25

    It is very deep

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  2. Rd26 October 2018 at 07:16

    It is beautiful and breathtaking! I can relate with you. When most of the humanity goes to bed, you get in touch with your innermost self.

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