The day had bequeathed the sun,
Night went into mourning that time.
Comfort seemed remorse!
The cold injected timidity in spine.
A grave for hope was dug and
Love was to be buried that night!
But lightning struck unforeseen,
Stars had blinded the ordinary that night!
It was then, the wind whispered abrupt,
‘Breathe in your fears, help will arrive’!
She protruded, time stood watching by!
Bewitched, even God’s rubbed their eyes!
Night gave her clothes to dawn and
Her emancipation set free tyrants of the night!
She was light, a prayer fulfilled,
An air that exhaled life!
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