The Golden Night

Poem By KunaL Matthew Masih

Its twelve o clock winter night.
Where I found every thing very quite.
I come near the window and absorbing the nature.
And thanking God for the beautiful creature.

The cool wind blowing makes me shiver.
Although I wish that the night could be bigger.
The shining moon rid out my fear.
And the fresh gold night make me cheer.

The night going to end with golden star.
I feel to touch them but they are very far.
Looking outside the window is not a waste.
But still I need to take the rest.

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