Pretty Late
"A Constant Presence, that Our Souls Can Partake"
Pretty late, the night's soft veil descends,
A silver glow, that gentle love amends.
The moon, a glowing orb, in the darkened sky,
Illuminates dreams, as the world passes by.
Pretty late, the stars twinkle with grace,
A celestial show, in a peaceful space.
The world is hushed, in a quiet embrace,
As the night's sweet melody, fills the empty space.
Pretty late, the heart beats with a gentle pace,
A soothing rhythm, that fills the quiet space.
The world may be still, but love is always awake,
Pretty late, the night's beauty shines so bright,
A time for dreams, and love's sweet delight.
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Isra Saleem
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