Only an insomniac can see the beauty
of the night! The night is so full of treasures. Of dreams discovered with
awakened eyes. Let me embrace the lovely brightness of the night.! Let me touch
the lips of silence!
Only an insomniac can see the faces
of his dreams. As they masquerade under the star lit sky. The night breeze
carries the song of the moon which finally settles as dewdrops at the break of
dawn.
No, I am not as imaginative as I
seem to be. Its merely that I take a stroll along the banks of the night when
the whole world is asleep. Picking pebbles of thoughts and ideas which blossom
into fragrant flowers in broad daylight.
Only an insomniac can see the beauty
in the night. For he stays awake to make love under the silky moonbeam. The
night is dark, sensuous, mystical. Swaying to each and every touch of mine. The
night is mine. And I belong to the night.
And only an insomniac can tell you
about the secrets of the night. Secrets that are buried deeper than the memory
of the soul. So let me embrace the lovely brightness of the night! Let me touch
the lips of silence!
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