The Starry Night…

Night is a melancholy where darkness sing
An infinite universe that swirl and swing…

Where a hundred demons dance & purge
A thin red line that ends and merge…

The more you run the closer it comes
This sane insanity over velvety slums…

A Starry beautiful night that darkness bind

And the plays behind hidden doors of a mind…

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