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Each Night

"The Quiet Hours, a Sacred Space"

By IsraPublished 2 days ago 1 min read
Each Night
Photo by Doug Walters on Unsplash

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.

Ode

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Isra

Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.

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