In Night's Arms

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As Twilight dissolves 
into darkness
day becomes night
Dusk splits 
the world 
into two - Day and Night.
Night's exuberance 
beats the Day's 
lassitude
Day's cacophony drown
in night's silence
Day’s sorrows seek solace 
in night's arms
creeping
into night's embrace
leaving the day behind
I wander 
into night's shadow
indulge 
in its charms
I lie stupored
struggling 
to see
Meaning and purpose
Wonder
What lied before…
What lies beyond…
I Make merry
seek Peace...

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