I fall for the night,
As it is dark and mysterious.
The wind blows,
And my curtains shivers.
I stay awake,
To solve the mystery.
Of the night so dark,
But beautiful.
I remain like the Sherlock Holmes,
But just still stuck in a mystery.
That needs to be solved,
And the night to be the equation.
Though the question still remains unanswered,
Of how the night is dark.
Yet beautiful
And elegant.
Why does the dark,
Looks beautiful.
And the mystery,
Looks solved.
-Young and alive
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