@kunle
When daylight fades and whispers low,
The moon begins its silver glow.
The stars awaken, soft and bright,
To crown the velvet throne of night.
The winds grow calm, the earth takes rest,
The sky wears dreams upon its chest.
Each heart beats slow, each thought takes flight,
In quiet peace, beneath the night.
For in the dark, the soul can see,
A world of hush, of mystery.
The night, though silent, softly sings—
Of hope, of love, of endless things.
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