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short poem on night
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Night folds its velvet over the day,
soft as a secret, hush as a prayer.
Stars pin bright songs on the dark, far away,
and moonlight traces the edges of air.
All the world exhales — small, slow, and deep —
while shadows keep the things we let sleep.
soft as a secret, hush as a prayer.
Stars pin bright songs on the dark, far away,
and moonlight traces the edges of air.
All the world exhales — small, slow, and deep —
while shadows keep the things we let sleep.
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