Night, with its sweet melody, silence,
Invites me to be a part of the song.
Breeze, with its hands, cold and soft,
Touches me, caressing me, humming a lullaby in my ears.
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The irony is too strong throughout. 'Yet, I wait for the first rays of sun' - truly puzzling.
WOW... BFUL USGE OF WORDS... AFTER A TIRING DAY READING POEMS LIKE URS GIVE ME THE PERFECT SLEEP... :)