Midnight Times are unique,
In this comparison, days are weak.
Midnight fragrance determine their own way
Blocking all course of sun's rays.
Wind with a speed makes a breeze,
From the lovely green bushes and trees.
Up above in the sky, is hung a lovely moon,
Which sometimes appear like a spoon.
There somewhere stands my eyes,
Capturing the entire sight.
The sky glows with moon's shine,
Such times are divine.
Feeling the presence of clod hay,
Beneath my feet cold it makes.
Upon this point my heart sticks,
For this I thanks God for such a luck.
Such beautiful times aren't felt anywhere,
Leaving their presence in my inner.
But soon after an hour, night makes a flip,
Making Midnight Times remembering and unique.
-- Samar
©samar_raj
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