The night engulfs all in itself,
cloaking all in entirety
the good and the bad
A harbinger of dreams and hopes
wrapping these in sleepy eyes
a promise of tomorrow
Dreams which help to fly
fly on wings of desires
skimming on the surface of the seaway
diving into the depths
rising to the heights
Brilliance of the stars
lure of twilight
tender strands of lucent
cherub angels lure
to a tomorrow land
land of promises
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