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The Night



The night popped up
Like a lover from sleep.
The owls and other unknown inmates
Called out to my soul.
I seemed to hear that sweat voice
Bekoning me in silence
To join them
In their dark and eternal pleasures.
In the wonder of night
What holds me back?

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Anonymous said…
What is the meaning of night?
1:16 PM
Pradeep VM said…
I am sorry anonymous. I would say night is when it is not day. You know, when the sun is somewhere else. As for night "popping up", you feel that way when you are bit on the nutty side.
1:53 PM
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