Each night unfolds its velvet shroud,
Where whispers linger, soft and proud.
Stars ignite in a cosmic dance,
Painting tales of chance and romance.
Moonlight weaves a silver thread,
Through dreams that dance upon my bed.
Echoes of the day now rest,
In shadows where the heart is blessed.
Each night, a journey to unknown lands,
Where memories dwell and time expands.
The quiet hours, a sacred space,
Where secrets bloom and fears embrace.
Yet in the stillness, hope finds wings,
As nightingales in darkness sing.
Each night a promise, each dawn a light,
Guiding hearts through the depths of night.
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Isra
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