The sun dies
To let the moon rise
And spread its light
Far and wide
The stars shine
Illuminating the sky
With hopes and dreams
For the ones below
The wind howls
With unkempt vows
Gushing through trees
As it goes on bitterly
I look at the scene
Sighing at my misery
Wishing for a thrill
On waking up
From the morning trill
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC
The sun dies
To let the moon rise
And spread its light
Far and wide
The stars shine
Illuminating the sky
With hopes and dreams
For the ones below
The wind howls
With unkempt vows
Gushing through trees
As it goes on bitterly
I look at the scene
Sighing at my misery
Wishing for a thrill
On waking up
From the morning trill
Night time has a magic of its own
It’s the end of the day, giving us hopes for a better tomorrow filled with excitement and adventures
It’s the best time to reflect on our thoughts without anything or anyone disturbing us