NIGHTS
I love the nights
all the worries of life
go through the day
but inner the nights,
life's very peace
when we all go at ease
somewhere stress free
a world different from where we find ourselves
a world filled possibility's
"dream works"
a pace created far from illussions
"no imaginations"
a world full of actions
"reality of being"
a place off the boredom
the Nights,
a place of ease and peace.
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