In the darkness of planetary sight, it is a sleepless night
bringing memories the ones have come and gone by.
The silence is out there in the thickness of forest.
Mind is not silent.
It is a sleepless night.
There is no flight.
There is no plight.
There is no blinding sight.
Nevertheless, it is a sleepless night.
The blinks of eyes,
the heart's beat, and
the thoughts pleats
are keeping pace with heart's beat,
making the night,
a sleepless night synchronous with delights of passing time.
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