At midnight’s hour, the world stands still,
A silent pause beneath the chill.
The moon ascends, a silver gleam,
Casting light on midnight’s dream.
Stars adorn the velvet sky,
Whispers of the night float by.
In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
The heart reflects, and the mind goes high.
The clock ticks on in rhythmic grace,
A steady beat in the quiet space.
Thoughts emerge, both soft and clear,
In the stillness, truths draw near.
Midnight’s calm, a serene embrace,
Unveils the night’s mysterious face.
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Abbas
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