HarsH ReaLiTy

Would I miss the stars if I were swallowed by the night. Never seeing the reflection of my want in the moon above. Would I turn out the last light. Bringing the darkness in too soon.

I sleep so sound as I am sound asleep. Sleeping peacefully with the calm to keep. Through bitter wind I hear that sound again. A jal ja in the night.

-OM

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