The world is most beautiful when it sleeps;

when the chaos and noise slip away

into dark bliss,

and the darkness falls down

as a curtain on the stage,

and dreams come.

A moonless night shows gems on the earth,

fallen stars burning on the ground,

a wonder to see from high.

And though we say that beauty is to be seen

and not hidden away, stolen from the world—

perhaps this is best.

For what would we become if,

by some random chance,

we left the day for the beauty of the night?

If we were to leave this realm for good,

ignoring the other wonders of the world,

for one passing glory?

Or maybe we should take this path,

moving on from the world we know

and into darkness.


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