First attempt in poetry:-

I love the silent hour of the night,When sky grows to darker and deeper shades and take over the light.Thinking of the good things happen in life and rise,And drown in blissful dreams that may arise.Day was brighter and colourful,Night is calmer and peaceful.Even the darkest night comes to an end,And the brighter sun willContinue reading “First attempt in poetry:-“

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