Musing: Quiet nights

Quietly the night simmer away
like the puff on a smokers cigarette
Darkness envelop the dying day
for the golden sun was long set

Hot are the airs that blow this evening
and quietly from my little closet
My ears lay low, humbly listening
to the barking dogs on the city outskirt

Night birds, insects patrol the candle light
Upon the candle stand they make a fort
Dancing heartily, happily before my sight
Behind the wall, a shadow lay bent

Most times quiet times reveal a lot
Beautiful dreams and hopeful thoughts
Love in silence of words and acts, but
in these all, the mind searches and is taught

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