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I prefer night
over day
Not that daytime
doesn't know
its own beauty
It does have
these blue skies
with clouds in all
kinds of shapes
shades and sizes
Of birds flying
chirping somersaulting
skimming through air
Of spiders in their web
those little ants
on their way back
to the colony
The buzz of bees
and howls of wolves
that laughter
of children playing
But the night
o the night with its
silent serenity
and softened light
or darkness
That dead of night
its peaceful calm
Does one ever have
to hide from the moon
She absorbes all
that sun's heat
reflecting its shine
Under a moonlit sky
I kissed her
again
and
again
until morning glory
when I
disappeared
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