When evening meets with darkness
Like a puberty-rich river with the ocean
Slowly night creates only sudden silence
Having so different mood and variation
No movement,no sound can be heard
Leaves,plants all seem so stiff,so silent
Moving branches seem hanging like beard
Tall-huge trees all around seem to be bent
Springs,streams stop their dancing around
As if they never danced on this great stage
Stormy winds stop their whistling sound
That blow all day so sharply over the cottage
No one is there who wants to disturb them
In their meeting that is so lovely and calmly
All who see this,seem standing to guard them
With so much devotion,patience and warmly
May the Moon be their biggest enemy?
He thinks he can make them separate
But not so,he is a puppet of Sunny
He himself remains always desperate
Stars in this infinite sky may feel exasperation
To see their love,their meeting so boundless
That's why they always keep their deflagration
Yes,When night meets with darkness
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