I love nights, like I love days
Star studded or gray metro skies
I love the air of mystery
The soft envelop of silence.
That follows the busy days
To soothe the very soul
Occassional barking and mewling
Stray vehicles passing by.
Sometimes shattered by the whistle
Of the night watchman on his round
Apart from that all you can hear
Are the sounds made by yourself.
The soothing sound of your breath
Fingers rustling the pages of book
Or softly dancing on keyboard
What an absolute bliss.
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