“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
The night is not my friend,
And yet, I wish to surrender.
Tired, I long for rest.
To see the smoke clear from the battle.
The night is the essence of lonely;
It embodies all that humanity fears.
The night never shows mercy,
It cares nothing for your tears.
Is it just a condition of mind?
Could the night be innocent?
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