It was a misty winter night,
With the silence that filled the air.
A man was sitting beside some light,
Near a window without care.
His eyes expressed sorrow,
As he watched the dark sky.
From inside he was hollow,
And he struggled not to cry.
Then his eyes caught the moon.
He saw how brightly it shone.
He felt some peace inside soon,
And, felt that he was not alone.
Now he wasn't sad
He sank in his deep thoughts,
A difficult journey he had.
And had to see a lot.
The first step he was taking
Was difficult and steep
The path of his life he was making,
will finish as soon as he falls asleep.
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PoetryHello people! I am Sania Zehra and this is my first ever book to be published anywhere. I have been writing poems from a very long time and I have been using it as a tool to express myself. So I took some of my poems and made their collection for it...
