Midnights
Midnights
At the stroke of midnight,
The world falls silent and still.
The moon shines brightly above,
Casting shadows that chill.
The stars twinkle and dance,
In the night sky above.
A gentle breeze whispers secrets,
Of lost dreams and love.
The darkness envelopes all,
As the city sleeps in peace.
Midnight is a time of reflection,
A time for thoughts to release.
In the stillness of the night,
I find solace and grace.
Midnight is a sacred time,
A time to find my place.
So as the clock strikes twelve,
And the world is quiet and serene.
I embrace the midnight hour,
And all that it may mean.
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