Chin high, head toggled upwards. Eyes glazing out to the occupants of the black night sky. Dusty grey clouds made their way from east to west. Stars glimmers, showing off their little sparkles that gave hope to loads of sailors, rangers and those that are alike.Some may rocketed across the sky while granting wishes to those who witness it. The mother of it all, the moon. Shines its rays reflected from the missing sun. Her beauty is shown undoubtedly in the form of full. The occupants decorates the plain black canvas, giving a masterpiece for billions to look upon. Weather is cooling, winds sore delightfully. Sounds of snores, cats rehearsing and trees swaying act as the tune of the dark. A man deeply glances the sky, staring with zero in mind. Calm. Although it is called the night, in clock wise, it is morning. Midnight is just a time of calling but in clock it is 12:00AM which symbolizes morning. The night of which late is considered early as which morning. The art piece is displayed til the time the sun peeks upon those mountains of the east. Thus, the show of the night is postponed for later after the sun tuckered out and went to slumber.
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