As night becomes our sanctuary,
We become darker,
Warming as breath,
Our shadows become vapour,
When the world sleeps, deep, as waters;
Our toast of silence is served,
As we become our own clouds,
Gliding on the whispers of air,
Here, serenity becomes our voice,
Echoing refreshing as the earth after rainfall.
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