The Whispers Of The Night

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The whispers of the night do tell me,
What it feels like to be so free.
And the silent shadows do speak to me,
Tell me about the magic that they see.

The enchanting breeze slowly beckons me,
And hums what it’s like to finally flee,
Away from the horrors, away from the demons,
Away from them all, catching their freedoms.

While the happy footsteps leave their imprints,
Upon the broken ones, upon all the misfits.
And tell the memories of yesterday, their stories,
Tell them about their dreams, their hidden glories.

And the hopes murmur to me in their trances,
Tell me about their risks, and their infinite chances!
While the lost ones nod in constant denial,
And then again lose themselves for a while.

And as the sunshine slowly makes its way,
Piercing along the shadows in blooming May,
It murmurs about those unspoken words,
And sings a song of those forgotten birds.

While the moonshine glimmers with all its pride,
Revealing all their secrets as these shadows hide,
Against those hidden pillars forgotten long ago,
And sigh as the delicate winds fearfully blow.


And in the silence of these mesmerizing scars,
I hear the roars of those solemn stars,
Who twinkle in this night so dark,
And leave upon me, an eternal mark.

And as I begin to find my way,
I lose it again every single day.
And again we play hide and seek,
In this game of life, so eternally bleak.

And while I sit in this hopeful trance,
I dream of getting another chance.
In this game of life, played to lose,
Where it is nothing that I get to choose. 

But the whispers of the night do tell me,
What it feels like to be so free.
And the silent shadows do speak to me,
Tell me about the magic that they see.