Night starts with the end of the day,
For most of things had taken place,
Few more to remain,
Everyone headed out to home,
For they yearn for that sweet home sleep,
Stars showed up in their usual places,
Just like normal days,
Silence soon consumes the night,
With silence all around,
Just close your eyes
To hear the sound of the night,
A collection of tick-tocs,
Breathes and insect of the nights and some more,
Each day for they sang the tales of the night,
Till the sun rise. . . . .
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