I love nights.
But nights make me melancholy.
In an instant,
My uplifted thoughts turn to ones –
Dismal and gloomy.
Ones of worry, and -
Ones of circles.
The quietness of the mind,
Make mere torture,
Of my favorite part of day.
The Night

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