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If you willingly forgo the possibilities of nights why, feel sad and lament for not having dreams? find a life of fun easily without any dream- there are millions around never dared to dream! don't make guilt demand, a disproportionate price from you, The city night, regales us  in the flood of artificial lights, eradicating  the distracting dreams  once and for all, all through night digital advertisements blink and die continuously till the morning light appears. when a  day dies out, on earlier times, a night would begin, now at the end of the day, night too  dies , in the flood of lights. why make futile dreams, that wouldn't deliver anything, make your dreams fishes in show ponds that swims at night. On the dry ears of sleepless in cities, music from radio  demands attention, still solidified sleep, with the wings of darkness sit on the night trees, no sleep, no dreams, no secrets, what a happiness!! the speakers of the personal computers of girls celebrated, sleeplessness with fanfare then boys and girls danced out of some instinct. Night stood sad at the corners of sky...
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
The city of the dreamless
If you willingly forgo the possibilities of nights why, feel sad and lament for not having dreams? find a life of fun easily without any dream- there are millions around never dared to dream! don't make guilt demand, a disproportionate price from you, The city night, regales us  in the flood of artificial lights, eradicating  the distracting dreams  once and for all, all through night digital advertisements blink and die continuously till the morning light appears. when a  day dies out, on earlier times, a night would begin, now at the end of the day, night too  dies , in the flood of lights. why make futile dreams, that wouldn't deliver anything, make your dreams fishes in show ponds that swims at night. On the dry ears of sleepless in cities, music from radio  demands attention, still solidified sleep, with the wings of darkness sit on the night trees, no sleep, no dreams, no secrets, what a happiness!! the speakers of the personal computers of girls celebrated, sleeplessness with fanfare then boys and girls danced out of some instinct. Night stood sad at the corners of sky...
k-balachandran
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k-balachandran
Indian
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
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