I don't want to sleep. Night is just my doom.
Whisper of the wind gets into my room,
Carrying midnight cool through the window leaf.
Feel the smell of freedom! It is not a myth.
Night time is the time, when I can have a rest
From the rainy day and problems in my chest.
Night time is the time, when even dreams come true
And the clock stops; it seems life is through.
Night is more than marvellous, silince is around.
Stars shine so brightly like they're just about.
And when you're walking at this time outdoors,
You'll never trade it for whatever the cause.
I'm dreaming of eternity, but it will never be
However like the night air will always stay free.
It's enough to breathe in the crisp odour of this thing,
And you will feel the best, that you have ever been.
(с) Kivlov, 26.10.2005
The Night
© Copyright: Кивлов, 2007
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