The day is for the world
but the night is mine,
for in the drape of grayness
when the owls’ hoots
and the ghouls howl
inviting an unknown fear,
brandishing a lurking scare,
my thoughts get the peace it seeks
away from your sweet talks
that you craft laced with deceit
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I also feel the night is mine, for different reasons than you poetically described. Enjoyed reading! 🙂
Wow this is amazing. Like it’s so amazing. I’m actually stuck I can’t think of anything other than the word amazing.
Thanks for reading. Love to know your take on night 😊
Thanks so much, Adithya. Much humbled by your kind appreciation
Hmm, that might be a good poem for tomorrow… let me mull it over. 🙂
Great. I will look forward to it
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Thanks so much my friend 😊🌸
Wow.. Poetic.. !! 😇👌🏼👌🏼
Thanks so much
The night is mine too my friend. 🙂
That makes us two 🌸😊❤️
My friend thanks so much for writing it. I am glad you did
Really enjoy this poem. It is elegantly written. -Jill
Thanks so very much, Jill
You are most welcome my friend.
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