The art of the night


Anything that's not straight,
I wonder if it is an art??

To flow in a rhythm along the curve,
Only to slowly dissolve.

And why only in the darkest hours,
Our thoughts do intercept.
Stealthily surfaces up the secrets,
Somewhere deep inside that had been so safely kept.

The canvas of our life,
Which appears so colourful in the day light,
Suddenly changes into a monochromatic white,
By and by over the night.


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