The silence of the night is itself an unheard story,
Shouting to be heard.
The sunsets and the moon rises,
Shining to hide his flaws,
With stars singing a lullaby in the labyrinth of darkness.
One keeps an eye on my every move,
But other knows all my secrets.
It's just like having a long-distance friend,
Whom you can see but never touch.
But it felt like hugging,
When a cold breeze brushed through my hair.
We may be far away,
But never alone.
The distance was covered,
With a scream.
A scream of loneliness,
Worked like a red thread,
Connecting us to both ends.
The storyteller began his story.
With laughter and cries,
Echoing in the depths of night.
And then the story came to its end.
With a final applaud,
The night became silent again.
The journey begins again,
To find a new listener,
Who will appreciate the darkness of this night.
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