In the hush of twilight, a symphony begins,
A chorus of chirps, where the cricket grins.
With legs like a fiddle, it plays its song,
In the moonlit night, where dreams belong.
Through blades of grass and dappled light,
Its melody dances, a pure delight.
In the rhythm of its wings, a lullaby,
A soothing balm under the starry sky.
With each trill, it weaves a tale,
Of hidden wonders, of the night's unveil.
In the cricket's song, a magic hums,
A serenade to the darkness, where silence succumbs.
As it echoes through the night, enchanting all.
A timeless melody, through the sands of time.
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Isra Saleem
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