Luckily
I met a nightmate
who never stays in front of my eyes
at night
but in
starts & ends of evening
even in the middle
My mate
stays in my odds & ends
walks with me in my darkness
not at earthy night;
He never brake
my nights
Only keeps hands upon
my palms
& tells " warm up your dark "
'' it's your kid "
holds a grafait pencil in my hand
& draw a dim line
between night & black,
calls " your dreams are lying there"
I never met him
neither at midnight
nor at my solo misers
nor when I wish
He comes up in daylight
and tells ,me to not to be apart ;
belives , I'll live life One Day,
I'll live One Night.
©nischit
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