In the Middle of the Darkest Night
The moon was on leave,
The stars were no more
It was not, but in the mid of the darkest night
It was not rain, but the tears of the sleepless eyes
That washed away the beauty of the beautiful sky
It was, but a night of moonless sky,
A night of starless sky
It was, but a wonderful night of the waterlog eyes
It was a fearful night for the fearless heart,
A breathless night for the breathing heart
A restless night for the resting soul
It was in the middle of the darkest night,
A night of light less sky
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