When the night comes, I hide
fears, sorrows, bad memories,
I wipe down tears and display children
colourful films
once milk has split
and there was a spot
our mum washed it a lot
and again there were dreams
and memories of good things
when the night comes again
I will unfold my magical power then
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When the night comes, I hide fears, sorrows, bad memories, I wipe down tears.......human experience, sorrows.. in the night i will get my magical powers. there are many who get inspiration from sorrows....... and you are one such a poetess. thank u dear poetess. tony