A poem about the night.
The night is safe, the night is still
The night grows colder, at its own will
The night is dark, on most occasions
It reaches out across the nations
The night can be free, or capture its prey
But when the sun comes, it’s frightened away
The night can be crafty, a devilish creature
The night has been known to be a great teacher
To teach us all of the romance at night
But to some it is only a terrible blight
The night has no limits, it limits itself
For when the day comes, it hides somewhere else
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