When the Stars :: Nocturna Form
Do not go right now, the night yet to come;
Many things to be shared, I have to say.
Will you not listen to my guitar strum?
See evening wind mildly blows, do not go;
Let me look at you once, before I play;
Yet to hear song, tell me how does it flow?
When the stars will shine, I'll share my lyrics.
Look from full moon how clouds drifted away;
First you hear, opine before my critics.
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