NIGHT AND LOVE.
-AAKRITI THATAL
Dt.: 07/05/'15
The night laid forward its cozy arms and embraced these souls beautifully; there was no other bliss. For most people wished the nights were a little longer providing them the ample hours to rest their tormented bodies, these souls only wanted the night to elongate to pour their hearts out. The night, like a faithful friend, a sturdy shelter, a shoulder to rest a tired head upon, merged in with these souls as the souls merged in along the Night.
Bliss, solace, peace, Night.
The Nights were long, but how they wished they were a little longer, how they could pour a little more, sink a little deeper, fall a little harder, rise a little higher. The Night stood as an epitome of an abode of love, the Night fell only for these souls, to stitch the torn pieces the day had brought, to live again.
Solace, found perfect in the Night, Healing done good.
But, the cruel morning light paves its way from the dark, warm, cozy night and brings a scorch on these souls, leaving them awaiting another Night, another uniting, another healing.
How they waited for the day to pass, the Night to fall. Bring me another Night, please.
Dt.: 07/05/'15
The night laid forward its cozy arms and embraced these souls beautifully; there was no other bliss. For most people wished the nights were a little longer providing them the ample hours to rest their tormented bodies, these souls only wanted the night to elongate to pour their hearts out. The night, like a faithful friend, a sturdy shelter, a shoulder to rest a tired head upon, merged in with these souls as the souls merged in along the Night.
Bliss, solace, peace, Night.
The Nights were long, but how they wished they were a little longer, how they could pour a little more, sink a little deeper, fall a little harder, rise a little higher. The Night stood as an epitome of an abode of love, the Night fell only for these souls, to stitch the torn pieces the day had brought, to live again.
Solace, found perfect in the Night, Healing done good.
But, the cruel morning light paves its way from the dark, warm, cozy night and brings a scorch on these souls, leaving them awaiting another Night, another uniting, another healing.
How they waited for the day to pass, the Night to fall. Bring me another Night, please.
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