Do you know the thing about 3 a. m.?
No.. Not the loneliness creeping in, not the sudden hunger, not the creepy silence of the room but, how the nature calms you down in its own magical way.
The stars.. The burning balls of fire who look so cool that you feel the warmth, a connection so pure that you somehow feel protected, safe
The trees.. The leaf less branches welcoming you with so much love that it's incompleteness feels like it's completing you.
The silent breeze.. So eerie yet cocooned in such an amiable cloak that it gives you a sense of comfort.
That's the thing about 3 a. m. , the appearances so deceiving, that you can not help but fall in love with them.
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MIRAGE
PoetryA collection of poetry. It's all about giving words to your thoughts. Poetry is where heart finds solace.
