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The Nightsky

The nightsky is alike a mighty mansion of the stars which then

twinkle in elegance, beauty and transience until the dawn outshines them in a graceful manner.

As the night turns away from the sun and from her light, danger

in our imagination could await, from the corners of our very mind.

Yet the stars make up a soft blanket, a cover of the calmest of light,

which could bring peace to a soul which is performing a rampage.

All the constilations, all the names and forms which reveal themselves, are but a heavenly spectra for those who are nocturnal.

Or for those, whom have meet the cruel fate to be allergic to the natural, straight forward, warming and blissful sunlight.

There is no soul with no protector, in the nightsky such would be

a bright,piercing star, standing proud,manifest its location is over you

Holding many wonders, the beauty of the night comes with shooting stars, which at times shortly sweep over the heaven before fading.

Wishes are made upon, hope fills their hearts, for a better future

or a fulfilment of their desires, tangled up within the depth of mind.

Night becomes bright once the moon shines, in its fullest posture.

Becomes dark once the rainclouds drive near, calling in thunder.

But most importantly, it is a time of rest, from all this earth beholds

 

 

~ Umi

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Written by
UmiofLove
26 / Agender / Germany
Published
Feb 10, 2018
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#night#sky#heaven#thunder#stars#blanket#wish#desire#nocturnal
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