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Dark Ecstasies
The cold breeze,
Which can turn,
Even your soul to freeze,
The swift sway of wind,
The darkness of night,
The music of soft light,
The twinkling of stars,
Makes you wonder,
Are all these small wonders,
Meant for you
Or are destined,
For only some lucky few!
The beauty of night is at its hilt,
Essenced by all these ecstasies,
all these bring a heavenly experience,
an obsessive feeling,
an experience to be experienced
a feeling to be felt
a beauty to be observed.
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