City lights flicker, casting shadows tall,
Whispers of evening, in twilight’s fall.
Streets hum softly, a nocturnal song,
In the heart of darkness, where we all belong.
Moon ascends in silence, a guardian in the sky,
Stars spill secrets, as constellations sigh.
Echoes of footsteps, a dance on cobbled stone,
Night embraces the wanderer, the dreamer, the alone.
Neon signs pulse, a heartbeat of the street,
Mysteries unravel where darkness and light meet.
Windows glimmer faintly, lives hidden behind,
In the cloak of midnight, stories unwind.
Cool breeze carries whispers of distant seas,
Rustling leaves murmur, swaying with the trees.
A symphony of stillness, the night’s gentle hymn,
In its silent chorus, we find solitude within.
Night is a canvas, painted in shades of deep,
Where dreams take flight, and secrets keep.
Beneath its vast expanse, a quiet allure,
In the embrace of night, our spirits endure.
