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The Night

by Roster13

The calm and quiet. The refreshing breeze. The end of a continuously cycle. When I look at the stary sky, With the moon reflecting on my window, I wonder to myself, ''What mysteries lies within the night?'' ''What makes such a terrible day transforms into a peaceful night?'' At the end of the day, When you lie down to sleep, Away from the rush an the problems, The magic of the night begins, Involving your body and mind, Compelling everything around you stops, Putting an end to an agitated day And finally,making you sleep.
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