The night

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The Cold night and dark winter
The moon cries and shine Blinker
And these Evil faced ghosts of cold
Took breath From city's throat

Somewhere afraid steps
walking on the street
Somewhere scared dogs
barking when they meet

I'm still awake in my mother's lap
With vibrating cheeks and Wet lashes
Thinking of world's preying tricks
Watching my hopes burning to ashes

I dance temporary smiles on my lips
My mother taught me ,
This is one of those recoverable tips

But smiles fade as they get touched ,
like a perfumed smell , it flies.
And then Light of lost hopes ,
shines through my eyes

The night is endless as it goes
Ocean of melancholy flows
I hold reasons for this sadness .
That no one really knows
This world with starkest madness
Broke my glee's little nose

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